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*Yawn**Stretch**Yawn*

Being in bed till late noon.

Hiding under the covers to avoid the sunlight peeking in through the window.

Waking up at lunch time.

Eating the left overs from last night.

Retiring back to the bed with an ice cream tub and cola can.

Surfing through the T.V channels.

Finding re-runs if all the shows you have tried to avoid throughout the week.

Settling in for F.R.I.E.N.D.S again.

Reading the Sunday supplement to see if you can still catch a movie at the multiplex.

Deciding against it and still lazing in bed.

Feeling really hungry in the evening.

Making up your mind to order a pizza.

The change in your pocket turning out to be just short for the order.

Sufficing with a home made bread pizza.

Leaving half of it in the trash in the end.

Finally deciding to take bath.

Watching a late night movie on T.V.

Looking at the To-Do list and noticing none of the items have been checked.

Dreading the Monday blues like always.

Heres wishing you all another Lazy Sunday.

Comments

Alesea said…
hmm...aunty ghar pe nahi hai kya?.....though im to be luving it...lols
Akanksha said…
All that made me too lazy to write a comment...but still i am trying, driving away the laziness...Gr8 post..really enjoyed it!
Happy sunday!
Bharti Bedi said…
@alesea: i luv my room..;)

@akanksha: hey wen it cums to comments, no lazyness...lol..
gud u did leave one..
happy sunday
Anonymous said…
hey it completely describes my sunday too..it again shows how similar v r...coool

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