Today is Thursday. But it's my Friday

My crazy 'busy' season is just about over. Tuesday was a stressful day. But yesterday was pure torture - cleaning up some shit while I popped in & out of a training.

Anyway. Last night the exhaustion started to sink in. I was wiped out beyond belief. Watched some DVR w/ the Mr.

And I just want to report that it was the first night in - oh - 3 weeks? that I didn't have a drink before bed. Be it one glass of wine or half a bottle of vodka (damn Startinis!).

I had some Pomegranate Seltzer water w/ my cheese & crackers. That's it.

We'll see how long this banishment lasts. I mean, come on, it's almost the weekend and we have not one, not two, but THREE toddler birthday parties to attend. I'm quite sure some drinks will be had this weekend. And I'm talkin DURING one or two of the parties. Oy.

So I told my boss I'm taking tomorrow off. I am getting a massage, my wig busted and a late lunch w/ my friend. I can't wait. Which means I fully intend to treat today like my 'Friday' and waste a lot of time.

Just for shits & grins, I so want this:

I know I've said it before, but it's such a grand idea.

Just one glass...