It's Tuesday. How can it only be Tuesday?
Panicked, I ran to the bathroom and examined myself in the mirror. My eyes were red and glazed over from a string of eight hour days staring at a computer screen. I had my Friday hairstyle which I think of as my "I did my hair all damn week so f**k them if they don't like it" look. I was dressed in my end of the week outfit which basically consisted of whatever was left in my closet that marginally matched (at least by braille if not actual sight). My back ached, my legs felt restless and my head hurt. I even had a sore right ear which I like to refer to as "customer service ear".
I ran back to my desk to double check my calendar. It definitely said Tuesday.
...But how could that be? All signs pointed to Friday. I tried to think back on my work week and I got nothing. My whole week was a blank. Just like every Friday.
I checked with my friends. I double-checked with my Mom. It was definitely Tuesday. Which could only mean one thing...
...I need a vacation!
eek! don't you hate it when that happens? i like the idea of friday hair. i have after-dinner boobs. meaning, once dinner is over, the bra comes off. though, not usually at the table.
ReplyDelete@ Sherilin...I'm definitely with on the after-dinner boobs.
ReplyDeleteI thought today was Thursday. I think I need to drink more wine to have the days blend nicely together.
ReplyDeleteI have Friday hair every day. I had the day off today... which means nothing really, just thought I'd share.
ReplyDeleteAnd I also have after dinner boobs, but they are usually late-lunch boobs, since I am usually in PJs as soon as I get home from work/after school activities/ crappy kid related commitments. So like 6pm, on a good day 4.
:)
@ Nubian...more wine sounds like the best solution. I'll get right on that.
ReplyDelete@ Julianna...I get the late-lunch boobs. Don't even get me started on my weekend boobs.
Tomorrow is Wednesday, which is only 2 days from Friday.
ReplyDeleteThought you should know.
Can't blame you. I am checking my watch hoping when the minute strike it will tell me that the permanent vacation hour has arrived.
ReplyDeleteOn the bright side, maybe it isn't that you jumped the gun on this week's Friday, but last Friday was so awesome that you're just waking up from it with no memory of what you did for the past four days. Kinda like a real-life version of 'The Hangover'.
ReplyDeleteI had that this week too, kept thinking it was Tuesday but it was only Monday....Grrr! Think I need to open some wine and totally forget any of the days!
ReplyDelete@ AC...thanks, I'll try to keep that in mind.
ReplyDelete@ Shopgirl...permanent vacation hour --- *closes eyes and sighs* -- what a wonderful dream
@ Vinny...huh, maybe so. I haven't had that kind of fun in a long time, wish I could remember it.
@ lindylou...you and Nubian and all that wine, wish we could all go out and open a bottle together.
oh my...i have weekend boobs, friday hair and clothes....everyday ......and I don't work!!!!
ReplyDelete@ IWBY...that sounds like the best way to live
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