It’s Friday night which means I’m pounding shots at the club and getting crazy til the break of dawn. Except by pounding shots, I mean drinking SleepyTime tea. By the club, I mean my couch. By getting crazy, I mean watching Good Eats. And by break of dawn, I mean 10:30 ish.
Me: “This Friday night is lit! *sips wine, continues to fold laundry
What goes by slower than a boring movie? Friday afternoon.
The highlight of Friday night when you’re a parent is the 5 minutes between putting your kids to bed and passing out on your own.
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