Why is it that these days I spend a lot more time lying on my bed, as though I didn't have anything better to do?
Why have my menu plans and shopping lists, kept up for a year, been shoved to the back of the cupboard?
Why don't I cook anything but frozen food and plain veggies any more?
Why did I pick up two menus from local take-aways this morning?
I know, this might be all too hard to guess . . .
So let me make it easy.
Why am I no longer planning to give the most adorable shooshoos, ideal for either a boy or a girl and purchased in South Africa, to either Mike and Christine or Peirce and Christina (sorry guys - promise to get something else).
If you're still having trouble, just ask yourself (?) . . . why have I received these gifts?