There is one question I’ve been asking myself repeatedly the last day or so.
Why oh why do weekends only consist of two days?
Why?
I don’t get it.
And quite frankly I don’t think I will ever get it.
And because I don’t get it {nor do I think it will ever change}
I gotta make sure to live it up on those two days all that I can.
Amen?
{Realization: My “livin’ it up” style has transformed over the past several years}
Old age I tell ya.
Old frickin’ age.
Gets ya every time.
Regardless, I loved every bit of it.
Tryin’ out this whole “vegetarian” diet
Wine at noon? Why not?
Backin’ up our matching thangs. Or bootys. Whatever you want to call it.
It’s safe to say this weekend was the bees knees.
The shiz niz.
And freakin’ fantastic.
Holler.
