Yesterday was #PancakeDay, apparently, a fact I learned while scrolling through Twitter from bed, after waking up at the brisk hour of 11:00 a.m. I told Mark of my discovery when he woke up, a little after noon, and we decided that – YES – it was our patriotic duty to eat pancakes on #PancakeDay.
And so we feasted on chocolate chunk pancakes at the oh-so-responsible breakfast hour of 1:00 p.m…
… wearing a mouse onesie…
…because early retirement is glamorous.
And then we jumped on the beds, had a pillow fight, filled the washing machine with dish liquid so that suds filled the house, played video games all day and ordered five pizzas for dinner. (<– We didn’t actually do any of the things in that sentence. But we could have. Because there’s no one around to tell us not to.)
All of which begs the question:
Who left these two overgrown children in charge?!
Or maybe just:
When will we actually adapt to our new structureless lives?
Of course I picked a particularly lazy day to highlight here, and it just so