Happy Turdsday!

Please don't ask me why I'm obsessed with the word "turd." I can't explain it and don't understand it and I'm sorry if I've offended anyone with it's frequent usage. (And I'm sure The Attorney will let me know if that last sentence was formed properly. Thanks Mom!)



I really like Thursdays for some reason. Yes, partly because it means we're nearing the end of the work week, which always makes me happy, but for more than that, too.

On Monday, all I can think about is the fact that it's Monday and we still have the whole week ahead of us. Blah.

But then Thursday comes around and suddenly there's a warm beam of sunlight shining down upon me (much like it is on the flowers in the picture above) and I begin to smile like I did... well... last Thursday. It's a wonderful feeling.

I begin imagining all the possibilities the weekend holds for me. And this is when I inevitably begin to see myself starring in The Sound of Music. You know the scene. Running through the hills, arms spread wide, singing for the whole world to hear!

Although, there aren't any hills here and I try my best to avoid running, period. And I can't sing for sh-- er-- poop. Unless I'm in the car. Then I have the most amazing voice I've ever heard. Carrie Underwood, eat your heart out.

Ahem. Where was I?

Oh yeah. Happy Turdsday! I mean, Thursday.