TGIFF

Thank God It's Freaking Friday

I could lay out all of my stresses here in the blog. But that's not why you're here. You're not here to listen to me complain. You're here, on a Friday, for dance party gifs. I know you. 

You're not here to listen to the story about how I LOST MY KID in the store last weekend. You especially don't want to hear that I didn't even know he was lost until the "Parents of Boy2" got paged to the front of the store. 

You definitely don't care that I'm stressing about a vacation that isn't due for a few more weeks. Because what kind of weird freak stresses about VACATION?! 

Me. That would be me. Weirdo checking in here. 

You don't want to hear my ablation update because it's really freaking depressing. Trust me. Just...trust me. 

Don't ask how the book is going. It's not. Writing OR reading right now. Don't ask. Really. Don't. 

Just enjoy the dance party and celebrate that another week is coming to an end.