First, I am walking to Harris Teeters to buy the sugar cubes that I forgot earlier, to plop into champagne flutes at my cocktail party tonight, to up the effervescence and sweetness of the wine.
Then, I am running myself a bubble bath and soaking in it with my printed-out seven-page orientation packet for Goma.
Don't you just love Sunday, Sunday mornings?
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