I am looking forward to the weekend. I will be relaxing on the lake, taking naps, drinking coffee, spending time with Tater-bug, and basically not working. This is huge, y'all. I took a weekend off to do things that I want to do. If that means I will end up sleeping until 9 a.m. then so be it. Maybe I'll start a novel and never finish it. Maybe I'll finish a beer instead? Who cares!
It's the weekend and it's mine all mine. And also Tater's. Isn't he patriotic?