Ha Ha! Its Friday and I've only had to work 2 and a half days this week. Can I get a WHOOP WHOOP?
Short work weeks are awesome.
Tonight, we're biking down to the farmer's market for some peaches and cherries and whatever else catches our eyes. There's a dude there who sells hot tamales and I'll be lobbying hard for a few of those (pork!) plus some fresh fruit to make up an easy dinner.
(Note: I kind of hate you all who have daily or even weekly farmers markets year round. You know who you are. Here, our market is once a week for 4 hours from July-September and honestly there's not a ton of stuff to choose from...whatever farmers in northern Colorado can grow. The upside to this is that Farmer's Market Day is an Event at which they block off two city blocks downtown and pretty much the entire town shows up to mill around in the sunshine.)
Sunday, then, is the Husband's birthday. He still hasn't decided what he wants to do. I have no plans for a cake or anything because I've asked him repeatedly what he would like and he hems and haws and rolls his eyes and basically ignores me. So! We very well may be putting candles into scrambled eggs or something.
As for me, I'm feeling raw and ragged from coming off our vacation and jumping straight back into work. I just need some catch-up time at home...laundry, cleaning, reading my book, and maybe a long run and some yoga to center myself again. And possibly beer.
Oh, and I suppose I'll hang with my son. That kid is alright.