I remember what three day weekends used to mean: Sunday night was another night to go out. If I decided to work on Monday I got time and half and an extra paid day off.
Now three day weekends just create an additional day when I attempt to entertain my kids without my husband around, there is no US Mail delivery, and Nickelodeon may preempt its normal programming for a Teennick marathon.
Plus I had a migraine today, so I had to skip the gym. And it was about 85 freaking degrees, again.
On the bright side, Henry had a friend over this morning, and he finally found someone besides his sister who is willing to jump around like crazy in his bedroom listening to Devo.
On the brighter side: another Trouser Press entry for Peter Bjorn and John.
Now playing: Devo - Jocko Homo