Stardate 20172110 – Time: Another Saturday Night (hmmm…that sounds like a song)
The kids are gone, the critters are fed. I have the night to myself. I can do anything, go anywhere. The world is my oyster.
*fast forward one hour*
Ah, bed feels so nice right now. *sipping on a freshly poured glass of Chocolate Zin*
Now, where’s that remote?? There’s a classic horror movie marathon on!
Laying back in my jammies – Check
Pizza delivered – Check
Ben and Jerry’s in the freezer – Check
Kahlúa laced hot cocoa – Double Check!
Horror movie marathon (most definitely of the B variety) on Syfy – Triple Check!
Long-distance friend on speed-dial-texting to mock said B movies – Check!
Okay, so coffee is the magical infusion that keeps most of us employed and out of jail. But somehow, on Friday, it just has an extra touch of ethereal goodness.
Does it count if I’m wearing heels and drinking Bailey’s on ice out of a fancy glass à la June Cleaver? Would June Cleaver even drink Bailey’s Irish Cream? I doubt it. Martinis were more her style. Yuck. Although I had a chocolate Martini one time that was kickin’. But nah. I’ll just stick with the Bailey’s. Now, what was I doing again?
It’s Friday, people. We made it! Enjoy! It got here just in time, too…no assault charges, no bail money needed, no blood to clean out of my sneakers. Friday is a superhero — came swooping in to save the day at just the right moment.
So. Chores done? Check. Bills paid (yuck!)? Check. Chauffeuring of the kid done? Check. Windows open with breeze blowing? Double check. Music blaring? Damn well better believe it check!
Let the shenanigans commence!
Enjoying a whipped-cream laced, Bailey’s infused hot chocolate… Now, let the marathon of Always Sunny commence!