Is It Five O'clock Yet?

Lawd have mercy, I'm glad it's Friday.

It's 9:30 here at the Asylum and I've already had to give in to the scrunchie. Frumpilicious is the new fashion statement 'round here lately.. what with the lack o' a.c. and all. We've tossed the dress code and become an office full of ponytails, flip flops and short britches.

But there is hope.

Yesterday, we gathered in the parking lot and watched with hands clasped and smiles of joy upon our faces as a crane lifted the bright, shiny new unit to the roof. Hopefully, we'll have air, probably just in time to go home today.

Keep your fingers crossed.

After spending most of last week running back and forth to Big City with Ma, then going on my cleaning rampage last weekend and having a fun filled week without Bossman here at the Asylum, my plans for this weekend include a whole lotta sitting around on my big butt... and I don't care if I sound lazy or not.

Deal with it.

I'm sure other people will have other plans in store for me.. but that's what I'm shooting for.

Anywho.. I need to get back to holding my head up and yawning while I stare off in to space, sipping coffee and watching the clock work. We'll talk more later.

Ya'll have a good one.

Later Taters!