HOW DID THEY KNOW...

You Should Drive a Black Car

You're the type of driver who's totally dominant and even a bit aggressive. You see the road as a "dog eat dog" world... and you're not about to get eaten! You like to drive a vehicle that conveys power. Big engine. Big price tag. You rule the road - and you like everyone to know it.

What Color Car Should You Drive?

While I'm not proud of the description of what kind of driver I am, they pretty much got it right. I'm still puzzled as to how they got the color of car right. There must be some science to this since black is the only color of car I have driven for the past 10 years. The last 5 cars I have owned have been black with the exception of the hot little drop top I had for a couple of years. However, it was my second car at the time and my primary car was a black Jeep Grand Cherokee. Take the quiz and see how accurate this is for you.

TYPICAL SUNDAY...

This is how I enjoy spending at least one morning of the weekend.

This morning I woke up around 8:30 after tossing and turning most of the night. Not sure what's up with that. Looked out the bedroom window to see yet another few inches of snow had fallen overnight. Grrr!!! Andrew was up and out of the house by 4:30am since he had to work this morning which means I'll have a nice quiet morning by myself and then he'll be home early this afternoon.
The regular morning ritual for me is to make coffee right away. Kinda gets my blood flowing as well as fighting off the potential headache from lack of caffeine. Hey, I could be addicted to worse things.
While I'm standing in the kitchen making coffee, I take a few minutes to clean up from last nights dinner. I always hate it when there are a few things left over that we don't wash in the dishwasher. At least this morning it was only a couple of knives.

Coffees done and I'm just starting a new book that my friend Phil from North Carolina sent to me. Nothing better than a good book to read while enjoying my steaming cup of addiction on a quiet Sunday morning alone. Yeah, I admit, I do drink alone. Hey, admitting a problem is the first step, right? -Shout out to to Phil - thanks for sending the book!
Read a chapter and then decided to go check my regular blogs. Nothing much new here since I checked last. Oh well, I can't complain - the time in between my posts are tending to be not exactly short.

Bailey's usual spot while I'm at the computer. Silly dog. I think he thinks he's actually on my lap when he really only has his head resting on my leg.

Time to throw in a load of laundry. I tend to put off the laundry until I'm down to the clothes that I really don't want to wear and the only clean underwear left are the ones that are much to tight to be comfy in. This weekend I'm actually getting a head start on it before it gets unmanageable.
A couple of eggs and some toast sounds good this morning. A daring departure from my regular morning bowl of oatmeal. (the kind you actually cook on the stove, not that crappy instant stuff) Yeah, I tend to live on the wild side on the weekends.
Well, that's how my Sunday morning started out. How's yours?