I looooove lazy Sundays.

Slept in, got up, went to gym, came home, ate Special K, about to make my weekly grocery run. Trying to decide what to make for dinner tonight - either grilled halibut fillets or chicken stir fry. I love Sundays cause it's the only real day I get to cook and make a fab dinner.

Then after that, clean my apartment obsessively, maybe convince the hubbs to go walking with me since it's awesome outside, and then maybe watch a movie or play Xbox, and call it a day. Yay!

I saw some people loading up some furniture outside that townhouse we want. Maybe they're moving out a month early? Oh man, that would make me such a happy panda.