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Friday. At f*ing last.

Not that I want/need a break from the office or anything...

Clearly, I'm perceiving two days off as a way to regroup, gather my thoughts (ie get my ever lovin' act together with regard to sending Son a holiday package ASAP and sending Daughter a 'study for finals kit' and generally planning planning planning for the holiday to come sooner than I'm prepared for..) and get control of my life.

Right. Two days is soooo not enough to accomplish a task of this magnitude. But I may be able to make some progress.

Anyway, having now recovered from the disappointment of Grey's Anatomy being preempted by holiday programming (Frosty the Snowman. Really?? What about Meredith and Yang and Mc Steamy and Lexi and Bailey and the hottie?? What about them??)

I'm now looking forward to an evening which will include Kathleen Madigan's In Other Words performance. She's hilarious, in a wry, smartassy way. Which is part of her appeal, of course.

On the boards for this weekend:

Pick up library book I ordered at JL's recommendation

Clean in prep for dinner party tomorrow night

Buy supplies for said dinner party

Host dinner party

Workout - twice

Make kahlua balls

Make a big pot of chicken noodle soup for Sunday evening, and  for next week's lunches

Purchase and assemble all that needs to go in packages for both children

Consider best gift for far away Mom, obtain and send and or/go online and let the I-net be my friend again

Nap? Maybe once...


That's pretty much it.


Have a great weekend everyone!

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  1. Just reading about your weekend made me tired. Very, very tired.

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  2. :-) Me too. But most of the list happened, with the exception of kahlua balls (that'll be this weekend).

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