It's Friday, I'm in love.

I'm boycotting Friday's Letters today. Maybe for good. I just don't know. I also don't know why I decided to no longer center the text on my posts, but just go with it. One day I forgot, and now it's a habit.

So, instead of writing half-assed letters, or letters that you really don't care about (FYI: If you write to the same person/thing TWICE in your post, I get annoyed. Just put it all together, and call it a day) I'm going to tell you 3 things that I'm not looking forward to this weekend. Ready. Set. Go.

Going to a bocce tournament alone.

Normally, I go with back up. And by that I mean, drinking buddies. ie:


But NO, not this weekend. This weekend will be a solo mission. And oh lawd, what a solo mission it's going to be. Why can't they come? That brings me to reason #2 why I hate this weekend already:

Slam is moving away.

Granted, not far. We discussed that. No one asked me if this was okay (it isn't) but I'm just going to have to deal with it, right? Wrong. I don't deal well with change, especially change of this magnitude. However, Mills is not moving away. Plus, she's family, so she's legit stuck with me...even on Christmas.

But let's not pat Mills on the back all at once because...

She's going to Kansas for a week.

Yes, you read that correctly. Kansas. For work training. Surprisingly, she's being trained, not doing the training. Oh, snap. Regents diploma humor, ha ha ha. Anyway, moving on...the day after Slam leaves, Mills will be MIA for like...a lot of days. I can't even talk about it.

Excuse me if I'm even bitchier next week. You see the mess I will be dealing with. Well, I hope you all have great weekends. I'm sure that even if you're home with the flu, it will be better than mine.