Tuesdays are the always, always my least favorite day of the week.
For instance right now, instead of the lovely, rambling post I had hoped to share with you all, I want to do this.
Yep. Cupcake has the right idea.
But since I’m a big girl and my teddy bear is long retired (okay, let’s be honest, I never had a teddy… just some extremely well dressed Barbies), I’m pulling up my adult pants and getting ‘er done.
That’s the day, I mean.
We won’t think about the commuting ..issues.. I faced trying to get to a meeting on time today, or how public transportation in D.C. sometimes makes me want to shout ugly, unladylike things to everyone within a 2 mile radius, or even about the wicked tension headache I’m currently harboring. Nope. Not a peep. Because I’m 25 now, and that means I’m responsible and halfway to watching the Antique Roadshow regularly and listening to NPR over my steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup.
Oh, wait.I do that now.
Anyways, I’m off to meet some friends for burgers in Georgetown. To be perfectly honest, I considered being a flake and rescheduling dinner for another time, but what’s better medicine than laughing over delicious food? That’s what I thought.
How is your Tuesday?!