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!

5 comments:

Blanche said...

dolphie how is Ma feeling and what was the diagnosis? I musta missed a post somewhere! Stay cool girlie

Anonymous said...

Girl, I am with you on that whole sitting on my fat butt all weekend. That sounds like a wonderful plan.

Significant Snail said...

Wishing you lots of cool air and a restful weekend!

Inanna said...

God love ya. You deserve to sit on your butt the entire weekend in air conditioned goodness.

BetteJo said...

Wait, is there something wrong with sitting on your butt all weekend? I thought that's what weekends were for!!