Lazy

You know how life just rolls by as you laze around? And how plans and the bestest intentions just stay in your head day after day?

Well, that's me, lately.

A look at a typical day in my life:

10:00: Wake up
10:15: Order two pots of coffee, wake hubby up.
10:30: Drink coffee, check email and facebook. Also make sure little Lola (who is my blond alternate self on the Sims-Social application on facebook) is well-fed, clean, socialising and earning simoleons.
11:30: Poop and shower.
12:00: Head over to hotel resto for buffet lunch and binge.
13:00: Back to room and watch whilst hubby gets ready for work. Mentally plan to go to gym and sauna.
14:00: Try to talk myself into changing into gym clothes as I lie on the sofa and channel surf.
14:30: Stalk blogs. Love chocolate cookies & candies and raising rockstar and feather factor's recent posts. Should leave comments. Maybe later when I'm feeling wittier.
15:00: Convince myself that gym in the evening would be MUCH better cos there's a pilates class at 8pm. Give myself pat on back for smart decision, and feels no guilt for postponing gym plans. Go for coffee and a walk.
16:00: Walk around the neighbourhood. Everything is beautiful. Mentally plan blog post about life in Istanbul.
17:00: Stop for coffee. Cannot resist scoffing down two truffles. Plan yet another blog post about my love for dark chocolate.
18:00: Back in room. Call room service for snacks so I can be 'ready' for pilates in 2 hours. Order tomato consomme and garden salad with egg. Plans blog post on how good life is and how much I love room service.
18:30: Check on Lola while I eat and congratulate myself for ordering such healthy food.
19:00: Lie on sofa. Feel slightly sick. Maybe I overate. Shouldn't have had the bread and butter.
19:30: No way I can get to pilates. I'd get appendicitis. Maybe I should write a blog post instead. After I haul myeslf off the sofa.
20:00: I knew I wasn't meant to go to gym. Just got call for dinner at the Jap resto here. Ahhh... I love sashimi.
20:30: Dinner time. Not hungry but there's always space for sashimi and teppanyaki.
22:30: Back. Marvel at how clean the room is. I love turn-down services. Lie on sofa and unbutton jeans. Why oh why did I eat the rice?
22:45: Haul self for shower. Teppanyaki hair makes me feel sick.
23:00: Back on sofa. Tummy up. REALLY shouldn't have had the rice.
23:45: Hubby's back. Try to get him to order something different from room service tonight but he insists on his usual grub - entrecote medium rare with blue cheese sauce, fries, goat cheese salad, chocolate fondant and vanilla ice cream. Nag him about why he doesn't change his orders once in a while. Get a kiss in response. I love my hubby. Shoo him to take shower.
00:15: His food arrives. I sit with him and sip on decaf. He inhales everything except the fries. I feel pity for the poor wasted fries. I eat them. Also daintily dip them into the leftover blue cheese sauce. Also scrape the bowl that holds the remnants of his vanilla ice cream.
00:30: Back on sofa. Rub tummy and blame hubs for making me fat.
00:45: Redesign Lola's house. She needs a new playroom.
01:30: Ordered to bed by hubby. Bid goodnight to Lola, but not before I make sure she's earned enough money today.
01:40: Lie in bed and check gym class schedule for tmrw. Ah! There's a yoga class at 16:00. Perfect timing! Yoga's better than pilates anyway.
01:50: Shift hubby's arms to my neck when he tries to hug my bulging tummy and drift away to dreams of me stretching and yoga-ing and having svelte body.

ZzzzZzzzzZzzzzzzzz.....

THAT's my tummy. In dreamland.