There's a funny trick time does when you take a Monday (or a Friday) off of work. Time makes the remaining four days in the work week much longer. I thought it was Thursday for a large portion of today.
I've spent the last few hours waiting for the Postal Service to tell me that the box of important papers arrive at the ex-husband's house. I'm ready for that weight to be off of me.
This weekend is Memorial Day Weekend. I'm going to be at home, cleaning out my closet. In SHOULD be in New York marching with the rest of my High School alums. But thanks to the high price of gas, and high household expenses, I'll be home. It breaks my heart. I've been looking forward to this for almost a decade.
I think my goals for the weekend should be the a fore mentioned closet, and maybe walking the trails at the park (with the Misty-butt in tow). It's cheaper.
But not as fun.
And as an aside.... what's up with the ankle socks and high heeled shoes that we saw on Glee last night?
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