I’ve consistently failed to understand how short weeks at work (even busy ones) can feel like the longest weeks of my life. It’s crazy to think that I was still walking the streets of Manhattan just a few days ago. My 4 day week = days that totally dragged. It’s been a great week — I’m just saying that I am oh-so-happy that the weekend is here and that I have a couple of days to chill the eff out and catch up with my couch, dogs, and DVR.
Currently, though, I am feeling like……
You hang tight, you beautiful birthday-gift-bottle-of-white chilling on the bottom shelf of my fridge. I will see you in a few short hours.
Hope everyone has enjoyed their week and made it through Friday the 13th unscathed. Just make sure to carefully close your mirrored vanity after you brush your teeth, and watch out for werewolves prowling the streets under the full moon tonight. Unless, of course, it is Joe Manganiello. In that case, keep him occupied and call me immediately.