Target and Omelettes
Ah, sweet, sweet Friday. Do you know what's better than Friday? A Friday where you get to leave at NOON. Yee-haw. Of course, I only get to have a half-day because I worked on Sunday (um, and Saturday, and the week before that, and hot damn am I sick of work right now). But no matter. Noon. T-minus 2 hours and 15 minutes and counting.
I don't have plans for this weekend, beyond leaving at noon and reveling in my not-being-at-work on a weekday afternoon giddiness. I might go look at furniture I can't afford. That's always fun.
Also, though Seth and I are not big into exchanging Valentine's gifts (except for that time when he proposed on Valentine's Day, which is kind of hard to top, so why try?), there is a tiny little something I need to pick up for him this afternoon. Which means I have an excuse to go to Target. Which means I could very well be too poor by the time I leave the store to do anything else this weekend.
I know it's all consumerist of me to love Target and all, but damn. Y'all, I love it. I really do, with all my heart and soul. I'm getting all excited just thinking about it right now. I have a permanent wish list running on their website, just so I can pull it up while I'm at work and sigh longingly at it. I know, it's sad.
Anyway, besides my far-too-anticipated Target trip, what else am I doing this weekend?
-Tonight will probably be our neighborhood bar crawl. I seriously love our new neighborhood. Not only because we have lots of really cool restaurants and bars within a mile of our house, but that's a big reason. When it gets warm (if it ever gets warm here again), we can stumble home on foot.
-Tomorrow, I would like to have brunch. I'm way past due for a brunch, and I've heard about a good one at a hotel on West End. Omelette station and Belgian waffles, here I come.
-Other than that, I don't have any plans. I'm going to be lazy, and no one can stop me. Beer, eggs and waffles. I'm not planning beyond that. Think of me what you will.