It’s Friday sweet Friends.
Sometimes that means nothing to me…sometimes our weekends are so full that I’m actually looking forward to the routine of Monday. (I know, crazy.) But today, Friday sounds as welcoming as a good friend calling out of the blue, or a warm brownie with cookies and cream icecream slowly melting ontop. Friday sounds like a jump in the lake after a hot summer run or a good reading chair by a crackling fire.
And Friday in February sounds
Poor February, I know it’s not your fault that the sun refuses to come out. But seriously, somehow it’s been a long month.
I hope you are enjoying summer. Hurry up and send some sun our way.
All the Seasonal Affective Dissorder Sufferers
Where was I?
Oh, Friday. Yes, sweet Friday.