Lazy Thy Name Is Paula

I have so much I need to get done before we go on vacation but I just can't seem to get off the computer and get to it. I'm so unmotivated. Today hubby had another physical therapy session. We stopped by Sonic on our way there for half price "happy hour" where all drinks are half off, except of course for the drink I pick. Therefore not allowing me to partake in the happiness of said hour. It was more of a complain hour where I spent the next 5 minutes whining and questioning hubby about why my drink did not constitute a "drink" that would be half off. My unhappiness was short lived as soon as the girl handed me my Orange Creamslush and I deemed it worthy of the title "My New Favorite Drink in the Whole Entire World" I even let hubby have one tiny little sip. It tastes just like Orange Julius which I had so many of back in my teenage mall shopping days. Ahh the good 'ol days of walking around a mall, checking out the cute guys and hanging around the food court for hours. Now when I go to the mall it takes about 25 minutes total because Carson is too old to keep trapped in a stroller so he is pretty much a walking tornado who dashes in and out of stores and leaves a path of destruction in his wake. I have to plan the most shortest route possible to the store that I need to go to and then I'm in and out before the boy realizes what's going on. It's like planning a covert military operation. I also make sure not to pass the indoor play area which sometimes means going upstairs and then back down the other side to avoid it. I don't think he even knew that such a place existed until he was about three and that was by accident as I did not plan my route very well that day.
After hubby's appointment we came home and I cooked burgers on the grill. We had bought some "candy" onions and tomatoes at a farm stand the other day so I sliced some of them up. The onions are really sweet and not oniony at all. Carson heard me say candy onion so he said "I want one" and went and got an onion slice and took a bite. His face was priceless. He spit it back out and said "it's not candy, I don't like it"
Alright, I must force myself to get off of here now and get some stuff done or I will be running around like a chicken with it's head cut off come wednesday night.