joy to the week

By the time you read this, I'll be sitting in the middle of a crowded bus filled with a gazillion 9 year olds and getting my field trip on. Swag. That's obnoxious... Then again, we are going to see a "hip-hop version" of Pinocchio as we speak, so, yeah; SWAG.

Jeeeealous? 

Laugh all you want. It's Friday, hon.

Dear Friday, I don't need to write you a letter to express my obsession with you. I think we both get the point. Stick around. Dear October, Have I told you lately that I love you? Your weather? Perfection. Your smell? Devine. Your seasonal foods? The best. Only one problem: the quest to find the ultimate, most amazing Halloween costume never gets less stressful, even as an adult. Dear O's, No matter what happens between writing this and tomorrow morning, I could not be more thrilled that after 15 years of being underdogs, you guys made it to post season. Amazebaseballs. Dear pumpkin patch, I cannot wait to visit the heck out of you! Ugh, you keep me so young. Dear fourth graders, I hope you understand {and can someday appreciate} all of the time and energy I put into planning interesting lessons to mold you into the best little humans possible... with some help from my friend, Pinterest. And I guess my degree. Yeah, that too. Dear readers, Happy Friday! Do something really great this weekend; I dare you. As for this chick... I plan on crossing something off my life-list that's been gathering dust lately. Wish me luck.