…that’s one of the best feelings on the planet. And after the day I had yesterday, it was a welcome feeling as soon as I walked in the door after work.
My schedule was cray cray cray. I was runnin’ in heels all day long.
Hey lady, I actually mean it. Any other day … busy can be loosely translated to mean Twitter and/or Facebook and/or The Huffington Post.
I didn’t have a chance for lunch … so my meal consisted of several handfuls of trail mix, two apples, a chocolate chunk cookies and a mini key lime cupcake eaten over the course of two hours.
Way to dine like a champion, right? Oy. I didn’t plan ahead and realize how hectic life was going to be (I worked an hour of overtime after my day was supposed to over, too). I usually head home for a little while for lunch. Had I thought about it yesterday … I would have thrown a few things together to take to work and eat between duties.
Lesson learned (maybe).
Do you pack a lunch for work? What do you usually take?
HURRAY FOR FRIDAY. Seriously, HURRAY. Although the week went by relatively quickly, I couldn’t help but impatiently hope for the day to arrive. My friend and I are trying out a new restaurant tonight, like we do every Friday night. It’s the best ritual. I’ve already browsed the menu online … and one of the menu items is butter chicken poutine. Oh yes, I go all out on Friday nights. I eat good all week (minus the baked goods mentioned above) … I’m trying that dish tonight. Whoever thought of that menu item deserves a sloppy kiss right on the mouth.
Then tomorrow, I have to go into work for an hour or so. No big deal, it’ll be easy peasy. A friend of mine is moving and I told him I’d give him a hand afterward. But apparently he has a very specific plan in mind for me.
I received this text message earlier this week:
What do I look like, Snooki? I’m really not a pickle aficionado, but I do like them. I’m guessing he doesn’t want to move them. Or maybe it’s some sort of weird gift? I don’t know. I’ll keep you posted
Other than that, my friend and I have excellent weekend plans involving my balcony and homemade Sangria. It shall be magnificent.
That’s all, folks. Just a short post today. And apparently I’m writing about all of my very random thoughts this week? Sorry. I’ve got word vomit (Mean Girls reference).
Have a wonderful weekend!