Well, it's another weekend. I'd like to say it's going to be fabulous - warm sunny days, garden blooming, books to read, food to eat. But in actual fact it's quite the opposite. It's raining. I'm staring up at my roof with my fingers and toes crossed in the hopes that it won't bloody leak. The garden looks like crap and my grass is dead. I can't read because I've got to much to do, and I really shouldn't eat because I'm developing a third leg. To make matters worse, the hubby and I are trapped indoors because of said rain and he's a "country music" fan.
I'm currently mopping up blood from my bleeding ears ...
Anyway, taste in music aside, I remember a time when I used to look forward to the weekend. Movies, dinners, a bit of renovation to break things up. Now it just blends in with the rest of the working week, tormenting me with the idea of spare time.
Well, wish me luck. I'm going to need it. Oh, and if you have some free time, please e-mail it to me, I don't have time to walk to the mailbox.