Wishful thinking

It's Friday, right??

I just want to make sure. Because last night I was convinced that it was Friday and today was Saturday. Thinking the weekend was upon me, I excitedly started making pool plans with a couple girlfriends. This began at about 5 o'clock when I left work.

So, the three of us text back and forth throughout the evening, establishing time and all those little details. Then at about 10 o'clock, mid-text, my jaw dropped and I realized that it was only Thursday night. And that I had one more day to be chained in the office-cave. I was so bummed. And embarrassed that I had made plans for the wrong day. Wow. Oh wow. I texted my gal pals to let them know that I wouldn't be at the pool until Saturday, the REAL Saturday. They thought this was hilarious. Which it was. I obviously was willing with all my might that the weekend was upon us!

But now it really is!!! (If I'm wrong, please someone break it to me gently...)

THE POOL!!!

Oh, how I adore being at the pool. And how sad I am that I've only spent one day at the pool this summer. SO lame. This is the last weekend City Park Pool will be open. Since most of my pool plans were thwarted by weird, anti-summer weather this year, I'm buggin' to get my booty to the friggin' pool at least one more time... to the point where if I don't get to put on my bikini, smell like chlorine and get some sun, I'm going to lose my noodle. For reals, yo.

So, weather? God? Mother Nature? Whaddya say? Want to throw me a bone this weekend? It can rain and pour all it wants on Sunday, really. Please, please, PLEASE bring sunshine galore tomorrow! PLEASE. I need to be at the pool. It makes me happy, way deep on the inside.
So, happy Friday to everyone... happy REAL Friday, ha!