Dear Friday: Where have you been all my life? (insert Rihanna, because that is what is not screaming in in my head.) I've been waiting
not so patiently for you! It's about stinking time.
Dear This Week: Exit cranky pants, hello Ms. Sunshine! Thank goodness, because cranky pants does NOT look good on this girl. At all.
Dear This Weekend: Oh Poooooortlaaaaand...I'm coming for you!! Are you excited? Good! ME TOO! I get to throw an AdvoCare mixer, see my fam, hang out with the Old Crew, go to Trader Joe's, eat a giant burrito at Chipotle, maybe have some sushi, do some final shopping for the trip to Spain...holy goodness! I wish I could take tomorrow off work and head down early because there is SO MUCH to do in such a short time!
Dear Spain: Hey baby...how you doin? I booked the rest of my hotels this week, so besides just a plane ticket, I now have places to lay my head each evening. And I have a few activities that I've deemed "must do" in each city. Spain, I do believe you and I are going to be BFFs really soon! Oh yeah, that's right...in like 17 days! HOLY CRAP! 17 DAYS!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Dear Work: I'm having hard time being at you. Not just because of cranky pants week, but because I'm ready to fly away. Sorry about that.
Dear Dry August: I'm still winning. So suck it.
Dear Friends Out There on the Interwebs: Thank you. Thank you for stopping by here and reading me and leaving me notes and just always being you. You ROCK!!
Friends, have super incredible SAFE weekends!
And an awesome day!