I've been wanting to write this post about sloth since Sunday--so what does it say about my relationship with sloth that I just haven't had the time? A week ago Sunday I was just sick enough to stay home from church. I got the kids ready, Mark picked them up, and I went to bed--where I stayed basically all day long. It was fabulous. I slept and read, and that's about it. The last time I did anything like that was when I was in the hospital with Jesse.
Photographed (but not focused) by Roscoe.
Then this Sunday for some reason I was hit with the urge to throw a Super Bowl party. So I set out a smorgasbord of chips, veggies, pigs in a blanket, and potato wedges. If someone said, "Can I have some?" I said, "Sure, help yourself." And people helped themselves for the entire four hours of the game. We all sat on the couch in an ever-shifting people pile--for four hours!!
Mark and I decided we're big fans of major sloth in infrequent doses.