Finally it's Friday. And I could not be happier about this fact.
Twice a year, I have this big thing I have to do at work. It takes weeks of planning and stressing and phone calls. It was yesterday and everything went great, but I would be straight up lying if I said I didn't almost have 3 strokes yesterday or almost break into my emergency vodka in my desk drawer. Now I have 6 months to forget about it and do it all over again.
We've had beautiful sunny weather all week. A huge storm is supposed to roll in today and ruin all my weekend plans. Dear Weather, WHYYYY?????
My birthday is in 20 days. I will be 30. Good God.
My skis are in the process of being painted HOT PINK. I am giddy with excitement.
Thanksgiving is next week! I can't believe it's already that time of year again. Garrett and I will be spending Thanksgiving with friends this year. There is a lot planned for the turkey day festivities, some of which include screen printed t-shirts, feats of strength games, a lasagna cook-off and lots and lots of booze. Right up my alley, can't wait!!
Speaking of the holidays, Christmas is just around the corner. Finally, I have a home big enough to accommodate a Christmas tree. Our old house, a tiny little bungalow, just did not have room. It was actually one of the first things I mentioned when we made an offer on our new house...it will fit a REAL ADULT SIZED CHRISTMAS TREE! Now the question is, real or fake. I'm torn but am leaning towards buying a fake pre-lit tree and here's why. My one reason for wanting a real Christmas tree is the lovely smell. That lovely smell, however, is replicated with the purchase of THIS candle. A fake tree is easy to deal with, will last me for years and I don't even have to string the lights. Oh and I'm 75% certain the first thing Munch would do is lift his cute little leg.
Enough rambling for one day. It's Friday. Have a great weekend everyone!
And since nobody enjoys a post without a photo, I'll leave you with this cute little guy. Sleeping backwards in his bed...he is such a trend setter, that little Munch.
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