I'm not sure how it's possible, you know, in terms of the laws of space and time or whatever, but somehow this week has both lasted 14 years and flown by. What is that? In any case, I'm thanking my lucky stars that it's finally Friday and that I only work three days next week and then I am off of work for 11 glorious days. IN A ROW, even. That hasn't happened in...I don't even know how long. I'm excited, is what I'm saying.
I'm also excited for this weekend and I will tell you why. THERE ARE SO MANY REASONS. Ahem. First of all, we are going out to dinner with Three Hole Punch Steve and his fiancee tonight. Did I tell you that Three Hole Punch Steve got engaged? Because he did. And his fiancee is wicked awesome.
And then tomorrow is Christmas with my dad's side of the family, which should be loud and insane (read: fun) as usual. I'm pretty excited to give out the presents I got for people. It's good that Christmas is next week because I wrapped all of my gifts early this year (whaaaaaa?!?) and right now they're sort of spread out all over the apartment. Except for Joe's, Joe's are hidden where he can't see them. Mwaahaahaa!
AND THEN! Jon and Lampl are coming over tomorrow night! Hooray! It's been 69 years since we've seen them and I'm so excited. They're probably not quite as excited, because as fun as Heidi and I are, they ARE leaving warm, sunny Florida for cold, gloomy (possibly snowy) Ohio. I would feel sorry for them, but I'm pretty sure Lampl went to the beach earlier this week so I don't feel that bad.
I just hope I can stay awake for all of it. I think all the excitement of the week caught up to me yesterday, and last night I fell asleep in bed reading. I woke up around 4 AM, the light was still on, my book was thrown to the side of my bed, and Phoebe was trying to lie down on my head. What the hell, cat?