I had such aspirations for this past weekend. We were going to head to Georgetown for a traditional Christmas experience (six feet of snow killed that idea), I was going to re-paint Lizzie's ceiling (it needs a coat of flat paint to cover the ugly, reflective high-gloss I used by accident) but I spent the afternoon watching football and cuddled up under a blanket with Madhubby, reading pornographic "men seeking men" ads on craigslist (um, is placing a picture of your erect p*nis mandatory these days?).
Don't ask why we were looking at those ads. I stumbled upon them and after the first few, I was covered in the stink of desperation; I couldn't turn back until I discovered the depths at which people will debase themselves for a date. I quickly hit bottom. It was a tie between the old guy who likes "69 anytime" and the guy who was "home alone, lights are on and I'm on my knees." He was probably praying to the god of big di*ks.
So, let's recap: I did not do anything holiday related this weekend, I did not do anything home improvement related this weekend and I definitely did not do anything law school related this weekend. I stayed home knitting and looking at porn. Throw in some repressed energy from not having my evening run all week (damn snow) and it's a cocktail for romance. Attempt at your own risk, because things can get out of hand quickly and then you're the one with a knitting needle stuck in your a**. Trust me. I've seen it happen.