The end of the world, according to ancient Mayans, is scheduled to happen next week. Whatever. According to Wikipedia, I have survived 56 end of world predictions. Considering I'm only 43, I'm liking my odds on next Friday.
But you never know right? It's possible that people over 5,000 years ago were able to predict the exact date the world would end. I do struggle with the fact that we still can't predict the weather accurately 5,000 years later, but I digress. There's a chance, however slim it may be, that the world could come to a screeching halt next week.
With that being said I'm going to live this week like it's my last. We're quite lucky really. How many of us get to know the exact day of our demise? When you know the end is near, you tend to shift your perspective.
So, since we're all in this together, I thought it would be a good idea to gather all your thoughts on how to live the last week of your life. I'm adding a few of mine below. Please add yours in the comments. Maybe the world won't end next Friday, maybe it will. Either way, we'll have a lot of fun in between. Win win.
I'm not going to make my bed—all week.
I'm going to wear the sexy underwear I bought for my husband in August that still haven't made it out of the drawer.
I'm going to sleep in—on a weekday.
I will not make my kids eat their vegetables. Also, I will slip chocolate in their lunch bags.
I'm going to drink red wine from the bottle. Who wants to wash dishes the last week of their life?
Laundry? Not happening.
I think I'll wear something fancy next Friday. Does one dress formal for the end of days? Cocktail-length too informal? Thoughts?
Last meals include, spaghetti and meatballs, prime rib, pierogies with bacon and onion, French Toast and chips and dip. What? I have to worry about my cholesterol this week?
Finally, I'm on a marathon week of hugs and kisses. Walk through the door, hug for you. Come out of the bathroom, there's another hug. Talk back to me? It's a hugfest.
So there you have it. What are you going to do this week?