Ode to the Weekend

I am so glad to have you here. I have longed for you all week. You will be full of garage sales and fresh fruit from the market (because I'm almost out of the EIGHT POUNDS of nectarines and peaches and apricots and plums that we bought last week). And you will be full of games and friends and not work. You will be sweaty, and maybe bra-less, and full of new sandals and even a high heel (or two).

You contain possibility, and Harry Potter, and very good food: though I don't always save these things for weekend wear only. You will just have a higher dose of these things, is all.