Last night I uttered the phrase "smurftastic". I don't know why. In a momentary declaration of joy, I felt it suited the occasion. Kevin was all, "You didn't. Seriously. You DIDN'T just say 'smurf-tastic.'" Oh, yes I did, Kevin. And just for that, I'll use various Smurf phrases ALL night because I can tell you're so amused.
This morning we were up and going to the gym at 5am...and at 7:28 I found myself adhered to the couch because my muscles were rebelling. Well, all muscles but the muscles in my right thumb. With said working finger, I clicked aimlessly around the 4 television stations we still subscribe to and guess what I saw? SMURFS! I caught the last 90 seconds of an intolerably cute episode with Brainy Smurf bouncing Baby Smurf on his knee, laughing with Papa Smurf. And, oh, the joy that brought my lazy bones this morning.
T.
