Couch Potato

This is me this weekend. A couch. A blanket. A book. And don't forget the remote control and the dvr. It was glorious. I highly recommend one of these at least every 60-90 days.

Lest you think I am a total slug, I did wander outside a couple of times. I did do five loads of laundry. I did cook my husband dinner on Saturday and also offered to on Sunday, but he wasn't hungry. And I did make my bed, shower, and dress both days.

As for anything else more strenuous - not in my plan.

Beautiful.

post-script:
When I was searching in Google images for a couch potato picture, I was amused to find hundreds of photos of overweight and slovenly men sprawled on couches and lounge chairs, usually with a snack balancing on their belly and a beer in their hand. But not a woman in sight.

When I added "female" or "woman" to the search what I seemed to find were the anti-couch potato photos. You know - women jogging, on treadmills, doing marathons, doing sit-ups...etc.

Initially I was bent. I mean, come on, equal opportunity - women can be couch potatoes too! But then I realized, there is a correlation here that women may BE couch potatoes on occasion, but they are smarter than men and are never caught on camera in such a position.

How did I finally find a woman on couch photo, you ask? Well, I added the word "shopping" and voila! results. Apparently, women can shop in preparation of being a couch potato, but then when caught on camera using their cute and fuzzy new lounging blanket, their hair will be coiffed, the room will be clean, the couch will be plumped, and they will be reading War and Peace.