Sunday, perfect Sunday

So in a telling sign of how old I have become, I just had a great Sunday -- one I never would've considered great even a couple years ago. It starts at 8:30am (because Lord knows I wasn't out late last night despite it being St. Patty's Day weekend). I wake up and make myself a nice breakfast of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, an english muffin, sliced mango and a cup of green tea. I eat while reading the newspaper and watching CNN.

After catching up on email, my fantasy basketball/baseball teams and Facebook, I take the dogs for a walk, read for awhile, take a short nap and eat lunch (turkey sandwich, celery sticks with some peanut butter, sliced cantalope and chips). All that exciting action is followed up by watching the Blue Devils win the ACC Championship (huzzah!) and the Lakers blow a big lead to the Mavs, only to pull it out and win in the end.

Then I get my garden seeds started and set up under the fluorescent lamp, clean the bathroom, organize the hall closet and do some touch-up painting in the nursery-to-be.

Now I'm about to make myself supper (the exact culinary perfection is yet to be determined) and watch my Sunday-night ABC programming. Apparently, there could be some scandal on Desperate Housewives. I'm not sure my old eyes can handle such a thing.

I wish someone could tell me when this happened. I always swore it wouldn't happen to me for a long time. And here I am, only a few months into my 30's and here I sit. It's amusing and a bit frightening to me all at once. I wonder if my obsession with The Real World, The Hills and Making the Band 4 makes me that person that just can't let go? Either way, I can't wait to see what LC does in her last season on The Hills!

Alright, I'm done complaining. Mostly because the Metamucil and warm milk is calling my name from the kitchen....