Friday, Friday. Friday is a wonderful day. Sing it with me!
I did things! Woo-hoo! The call of the proud. I made it to the post office with important papers, and I enrolled Max in preschool. I spoke with an attorney and deciphered legal jargon. I made pancakes in the shape of chickens (Martha wants my number.) And when the truck's battery died, I used a shovel to bang open the hood and then I hooked up the battery charger (red positive, black negative) and got things sparkin' again. Never mind what is left undone. I prefer to refer to my many successes. And so with a sweeping bow, I say, "Ta Da!"