Talkin' ‘bout freedom

I have 3 consecutive days off this week. And they happen to fall on an actual weekend. It’s difficult for me to put into words how very unprecedented this is. It never happens. Ever. So unprecedented, in fact, that I am utterly at a loss for what to do with the time. Not that I’m complaining, especially since my colleagues on Ballo don’t get a free day at all this week. That’s them glaring at me now, in fact. I just don’t know what to do with myself for 3 whole days. Suggestions? Here’s what I’ve got on the docket so far:

Saturday:

• Cheering on husband and friends as they race for the cure. I'll be the one standing still.
• Brunch with them after. I’ll be the one who isn’t drenched in sweat.
• Greek Festival (or something) with Nathan. I’ll be the one stuffing my face with feta.

Sunday:

• My birthday party! (Did I mention my birthday is coming up?) 10pm at The Flat. Frozen mojitos and flatbread pizzas! Yum. If you’re in town, I’d love to see you! I'll be the one working the room.
• The rest of the day? I’ll be the one snuggling with my kitten, eating chocolate, weeping over Six Feet Under, and primping for the party. Maybe buying a new outfit. Yay!

Monday:

• Going to the zoo. I’ve been dying to take arty pictures of the animals, and a free weekday is the perfect time. I'll be the one grinning like a monkey. Ideally not as much as the actual monkeys.

Okay, that’s all you get today. It’s time for Grey’s Anatomy. One week (7 days) to my birthday!