I can't even believe it's Friday again. My weeks fly by. I'm not complaining. It just blows my mind. Pretty soon I'm gonna be 60 and think "where'd the time go?" In the meantime I'll just be doing random braids all over my head.
Two weeks til we could be moving out. It's coming so quickly. We still haven't confirmed where we're living and the stress is getting a little exciting. I want to move out but I don't want to commit to any place yet because the idea is nerve-wracking. It shouldn't be that big of a deal but for some reason I'm just too picky for my own good. I just thought I was picky about food but apparently I'm picky about everything.
I really want to go skiing this weekend but I don't really know what we'll be doing. Maybe just laying low. Last night when I got home from work I flopped down on the bed on my stomach reading my book and right away Gucci squeezed in between my arms, laid on his back and rested his head on my book looking at me like, "love on me." He's such a silly dog, always trying to get my attention; my favorite little boy.
What are your weekend plans? Anything crazy, out of the ordinary?