NOTHING happened to me today. NOTHING.
I slept until 7:15 and immediately started folding the huge mound of laundry from last night/stripping sheets and gathering rungs and bathroom towels and plugging away on our Thanksgiving weekend laundry pile.
Ben and I planned a few days of half-assed dinners over coffee and breakfast.
We spent several hours cleaning the house.
I kept working on the laundry while Ben went to Whole Foods, Harry and Jack watched TV, and the babies napped.
Ben made cheeseburgers while Jack and Cooper and I went to Pier One for picture frames.
We planned our two 2015 vacations.
I drank over 32 ounces of water.
It was all very low-key.
Dorothy never got dressed, and she and Harry did not set foot outside the house.
Kind of a lackluster ending to NaBloPoMo.
BTW, it looks like NaBlo went off without a hitch, but I screwed up the dates of some of my auto-posts and had to fix them after the fact, so.