With a sparkling weekend nearly 48 hours behind me... I am still wrung out. And it was worth it. My body may be pulling a full-on Sgt. Murtaugh in response to staying up until the wee hours drinking and dancing and singing along with a fairly crappy cover band, but my spirit will never, ever be too old for this shit.
I really do want to go into detail about how fun was my weekend, how lucky I am to have such a downright awesome family, how surprising and delicious HR is at every turn lately and what a great Father's Day we all had. Today, unfortunately, is not the day for it. Tomorrow, though. Tomorrow will be the day.
Please accept an offering from the amazing Julie Brown as a token of my regret. It's sort of my motto.
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