1) Sleep in till 9a
2) Skip to step 6
3) Finish the second half of Iron Lady & cry a little & recognize you know squat about British politics
4) Stop by a homeless shelter & tell yourself not to be afraid & do something nice
5) Go for a hike & step off the path when you see a funny looking rock that might be a fossil. It never dammit is.
6) Listen to Beyoncé
7) Finish the leftover bookclub sangria while you sit on the porch with Hooch & watch the storm
Yikes, France! Don't make US look like the enlightened little punk brother that grows up to earn 6 figures selling what can only loosley be defined as an idea, while you - the ivy league graduate - continue to teach philosophy night classes at the local Devry university & drown in the irony of the days you used to say "Community college is a great idea, but as far as a true education it lacks foundation and will not stand."
We finished the patio with some black berry margs & officially knighted Bab for being the only friend who volunteered to come help us! Her reward was blisters & being so sore she had to take ibuprofen to sleep.
Sometimes on Fridays
I look at this picture & think,
"Me too, baby girlfriend."
This weekend I hope your
offer gets accepted
on the house of your dreams
(that's what we are hoping for).
And if not, at least you'll have
Michael Phelps' sweet, sweet bod
to look at as a high-def
High-5 to the dude who
makes me think of
the sappiest country love songs
every time I try to describe
how much I am into him.
'Cause when he smiles that smile
the world turns upside down.
See! Damn it, Teej!
& Vince Gill.
I love you like a cowboy.