This has been one loooooooooooong week.
And then, to top it off, I walked out to my parking garage after work tonight and found out that the elevator was broken. So I had to walk up SIX flights of stairs to get to my car. Ooh, the lungs were burning! I almost died, I kid you not.
But, in happy news, I have the day off from work tomorrow, which means today was my Friday and tomorrow is my Saturday and Saturday is my Sunday and Sunday is my....well, that doesn't really work when you lay it all out like that.
I'm looking forward to spending a great day with the kids. Although that might be a little ambitious. It will probably be a great morning with the kids. Or a great early afternoon, tops. After that, they've usually broken me. And I mean that literally - there's only so many times you can get tackled by three kids before something snaps. What can I say, I'm brittle.
Speaking of brittle, Scott FINALLY turns 35 this week, so I'll no longer be married to a younger man. Good thing, because I was starting to feel like a cougar.
Could this post be any more random? This is what happens when I have to climb up six flights of stairs. My brain gets depleted of oxygen and I can't think of anything interesting to write about.
Ho hum, what else? Is anyone still reading this? I'm trying to wrap it up, but it's hard to wrap up a random post, don't you think? There's always something even more random to say. Like, for example, why does Rhianna say na-na-na so many times in her songs? It seems a bit excessive, no? Or isn't it sad that they cancelled All My Children and One Life to Live? Not that I watch those shows, but I keep thinking of poor Susan Lucci and what the heck is she gonna do. And also, I could really go for a vanilla milkshake right now.
Or maybe I should just go to bed. I hear randomness wears off after 6-8 hours of sleep. I hope.