“Wait a sec,,, Friday?? KOOOOOLLL!!!!
Says sumpin about how my week has gone that the last several days have become a blur of productivity.
Unfortunately for you, the reader, not so much. I ain’t got a bloody thing to write about, but do has an invite to a camping trip this wknd, and another week long Campout starting the following week.
And to say ‘Tempted’, would be a gross understatement.
The temptation for the invite for this weekend is not as strong as the weeklong one, which already has me trying to figger out how to convince the boss that I am 100% disposable and that he has absolutely zero need for me the entire first week of June. Hell, I may just turn the danged phone off and up and disappear for the week. “I swear to ya, I opened that mason jar and everything went black,,,,”
More ‘n likely, I’ll be the good little punk and work the week, BUT,,,, don’t think my mind will be 100% with me while there. Hellnaw, that mess of braincells is gonna be mostly dreaming of beach and water and good friends with stiff drinks and great food. And the closer that Friday gets, the less brain I will have available and the SECOND I cut loose, I’ll be leaving a smoking trail for camp.
It won’t be a salty beach
But those days are coming too, and bossman is gonna have a shit fit when they do.