Can you tell I'm pretty psyched to meet up with my girls tonight? Well, yes, as a matter of fact, I am.
I'm sitting at work, tying up the loose ends. Tomorrow is the last (1/2) day and I am downright giddy thinking about the prospect of two weeks off - I start my new full time gig July 2. But oh those two weeks will be so fantastic. And then later in the summer, we're heading down to the Cape for almost two more weeks. Now if the temperatures here in the Bean would soar above, oh, 55 or so, I'd be all set.
This afternoon, Charlotte and I will be having company - in the form of a "mother's helper" - or - okay, I can say this - a "babysitter" Charlotte is almost 15 months old and the only babysitters I have ever had in my house have been my mother and my sister. Since they are busy in their own right and since Mr. P and I would like to, I don't know, go out on a date every now and again (i.e. Saturday nights, yes please), so to that end, the three of us will be playing together for a few hours this afternoon.
More like the babysitter will be wanting to hurl herself off the roof having to deal with me and all of my "interview questions!"
So, I'm off to get Charlotte and pick up our new friend, and then have a few drinks tonight with my own girlfriends. Sounds like a pretty good rest of the day to me. Tomorrow I will be DANCING IN THE STREETS because the school year is over, so if you see someone out cavorting like a lunatic, it's more than likely me.
Can you tell I'm pretty psyched to meet up with my girls tonight? Well, yes, as a matter of fact, I am.
I'm sitting at work, tying up the loose ends. Tomorrow is the last (1/2) day and I am downright giddy thinking about the prospect of two weeks off - I start my new full time gig July 2. But oh those two weeks will be so fantastic. And then later in the summer, we're heading down to the Cape for almost two more weeks. Now if the temperatures here in the Bean would soar above, oh, 55 or so, I'd be all set.
This afternoon, Charlotte and I will be having company - in the form of a "mother's helper" - or - okay, I can say this - a "babysitter" Charlotte is almost 15 months old and the only babysitters I have ever had in my house have been my mother and my sister. Since they are busy in their own right and since Mr. P and I would like to, I don't know, go out on a date every now and again (i.e. Saturday nights, yes please), so to that end, the three of us will be playing together for a few hours this afternoon.
More like the babysitter will be wanting to hurl herself off the roof having to deal with me and all of my "interview questions!"
So, I'm off to get Charlotte and pick up our new friend, and then have a few drinks tonight with my own girlfriends. Sounds like a pretty good rest of the day to me. Tomorrow I will be DANCING IN THE STREETS because the school year is over, so if you see someone out cavorting like a lunatic, it's more than likely me.