Saturday Blues
I hate working on Saturdays. I feel like all the kids have gone out to play and I'm stuck inside, doing homework. Forbidden to gallop all over the fresh cut green grass like a hyper-active pony and prohibited from pretending to be a mermaid in the deep blue sea. I want to be a pirate with my friends on their boat today, I want to spend the day inappropriately canoodling with my lovah in a canoe.
Why work on Saturday?? Nobody should do anything on Saturday. It should be mandatory play day. Imagination day.
posted by The ArtofBeingMe @ 7:36 PM
3 Comments:
You're going to hate me, but I was in a canoe yesterday, which was a Saturday. It was in my friend's back yard in the middle of the city. Her backyard just happens to be a lake. In the middle of the city. I don't know why I've never been to her backyard before, but I will be doing it much more this summer. In fact, I'm going to blog about it and post a picture, if I can.
hey, at least one of us was. I look forward to living vicariously through your blog.
I was skinny dipping in a river on saturday night.
I hate working any day. work schmwork.
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