The Skin of My Teeth...

I feel like I have made it through this week by the skin of my teeth. I just can't figure out why. The week hasn't been particularly stressful. Really, it has been pretty low key but for some reason I feel like at any minute I could yell "Thank God It's Friday!!!" and nothing good would come of that. I am afraid I am turning into the kind of person that uses phrases like that. Next thing you know I am going to start referring to Wendesday as "Hump Day." Please shoot me the second that happens. For now I will attribute these feelings to raging PMS and leave it at that.

Before I forget....this is a preimptive "Happy Birthday" for the Lord of Locust. He will be 31 this weekend and the plan is to celebrate it while eating unlimited soup and salad and drinking too much wine at the Olive Garden. Happy birthday, Mart!!