How is it that a four-day week feels like it took forever? Andy and I both woke up yesterday thinking it was Friday, for some reason, so today just felt like a punishment.
It was 92°here on Monday, and today it's 56° and rainy. (For the record, I prefer 56°and rainy.)
We have shit planned for tomorrow: Andy's doing a work thing in the morning while I hang out with my mom and help her with her resume, since she found out this week she's getting laid off, which blows, and then in the evening we're doing dinner with Andy's aunt and uncle because they haven't met the baby yet due to living in Florida for half the year. Then Sunday I think we're having my friend's husband, who's a plumber, come take a look at our backyard spigot, which is insisting on spitting water into our basement. (I will pay him in baked goods, as per his request.)
I really like weekends, you guys!
This has been a boring, pointless post. You're welcome.
Not completely pointless. You've inspired me to get off my ass and go for a walk in search of baked goods.
ReplyDeleteIf you actually went and got pastry, then I have not lived in vain.
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