It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood

Stuff that happens when the weather's nice:
Sleep late. Take dog to park for a walk on the short path.
Return home. Eat breakfast. Feel guilty about not doing anything with my day.
Do load of laundry. Hang laundry out to dry. Repeat three times until dark.
Go to Dollar General. Buy a new shower curtain. Clean the bathroom.
Clean the kitchen (sorta in a half-assed kinda way).
Dust.
Vacuum. A very pleasant and satisfying experience.
Fail to figure out how to work the Recorder part of the DVD-Recorder I'm holding hostage.
Run out of things to do. Go to the Dog Park.
Spend over an hour watching my dog try to have the age inappropriate mansex with a puppy named Murray. Explain that my dog has teh gheys.
Somehow end up discussing tiny hobos. The kids today, they love a hobo. I tell ya what.
Wash the car. Well, drive through the car wash technically. Scare the dog half into a coma in the process.
Come home, make dinner.
Eat dinner.
Cut my hair in a haphazard, kind of, random snippy snippy way. It's alright-I have curls. It'll be hardish to tell.
Decide I need new shoes. Expensive fancy shoes. Because, I like shoes. And I have bad knee and hip. So I totally need really expensive shoes. That's the ticket.
Refrain from buying shoes.
Continue to want to spend money.
Browse eBay for Vespa scooters.
Hide credit card.
Watch General Hospital.