My office closes at noon on Fridays in summer. Since I have given my "writer's roughs" to my art director and she needs more than just a few hours to work her magic -- and since
I think she's lazy and she thinks I'm over the top "Type A" and we can't stand the sight of each other any more -- I have taken this morning off. Giving me a (drumroll, please) THREE DAY WEEKEND!
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Here is what I wish to accomplish today:
• Laundry (don't laugh at my undies!)
• Grocery shopping
• Visit to the post office
• Pay bills
• A coffee shop lunch or brunch with my book (
For the Thrill of It -- fascinating!)
Or I may end up just sitting on the sofa and farting around on the computer.
w00t! for 3-day weekends! How's that laundry coming?
ReplyDeleteI am green with envy.
ReplyDeleteThe undies are so sexy.
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