Perfect day

I was thinking the other day 'What would my perfect day be?'
So here is briefly what I thought, there are some censored bits.

• Sunrise run on the beach with the dogs;
• breakfast, no specifics on the type of food but I wouldn't be cooking or cleaning up;
• pilates session and then a swim at the beach;
• lunch with all my friends, once again I ain't cooking
• afternoon horseride;
• dinner with friends again;
• an evening spent dancing to my favourite dj's;
• watching the sun come up.

Thrown in there would be time spent hugging and playing with my little boy and time spent with his dad. Awesome food and beverages is a must as is the company I would keep on this journey. We can but dream, hey. My days aren't quiet like that. The other day which was memorable I managed to spill dog biscuits all through the kitchen, have wheetbix thrown on me and loose a botton on my shirt. When at work I discovered other crusty wheetbix, legs that needed shaving plus toe nails that hadn't been painted for god knows how long in shoes that displayed said legs. Got to stare at the computer for 8 hours then home to cleaning, dinner needing to be cooked and a lawn to mow.