This weekend has just flown by, I can't believe we're almost to another Monday.. How can it be that we were just saying thank-goodness it was Friday? Not that I've had the days off.. I had the pleasure of working a long and solitary and horrendously busy Saturday. The silver lining? Sunday (today) was lovely and slow, and I got to take the afternoon off. Spent it with Mr. Almost Poshlust puttering around the home, painting and listening to him play guitar, and finally mopping out nasty kitchen floor. Is it too terribly sad when at 20 years of age the highlight of my Sunday is that I put a new sponge on the mop? I think mayhap I need to get out more. Party with the silver and the loud and the blond and the little pointy toed ladies with lovely hips. Or maybe just live vicariously through my man-about town Camote, a 3 bar Bar Star this weekend.. Yes, I think that is the right idea. Sexy living minus the unsexy hangover. Vicarious it is. Until then, I'm off to watch a g-rated movie and laugh with Mr. Almost Poshlust. Ha. Party indeed.
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