Imagine every weekend had 3 days. Especially if you work all seven days of the week. Imagine being home and outside with a cold margarita in hand, the smell of the BBQ sauce dripping onto hot coals, and homemade brownies.
My love goes out to everyone that works everyday. Appreciate every moment you sneak in for yourself. Let’s all believe things will get better after November, 2008.
Love (and much needed rest and relaxation) myc
I’m hoping for the same thing in November, an early holiday present. And I had a four day weekend, such a pleasant break from the office. It really puts life into perspective!
I know you had a 4 day-er you lucky girl! I read your posts while I toiled away at work (tho Bubba did barbecue for us here at the studio)