Is it wretched of me?  Is it mean and selfish?  i'm supposed to be trying to get well and have a lovely Girls' Night In with Echo, and it's been fun, but i'm bored.  My ass hurts from sitting here watching all the films we never get to watch because the boys don't want to.
We've painted, she so much better and nicer than i.  We've sewn. her cupcakes, me a tiger.  She's painted my toenails, made cookies (which i ate about 6 of), warmed and brought me ribs, is making us popcorn....we are nostril deep in Marilyn Monroe movies, an Audrey Hepburn film (Sabrina), and now the newer Sabrina.   I think there is at least a musical in our future... but, as much s i love this, as much as i love just being Girls, as much as i enjoy the lack of stress in the house i'm bored.
My creative bursts are gone.  I failed gloriously at embroidery and, wow, my daughter just chewed me out for being on the computer all day.

Yeah.   and she is conversing with Harrison Ford about who is the most handsome.  ~sigh!

so, yeah, wrecked and vile.  The stress of relaxing and resting.