#111 - Oh the weekends

Lighted eyes of old

Peer through dead lidless hollows,

Viscous jowls jeer.

Warning:  There is no poetry past this point.  You have been warned.

Today is Friday, October 18.  Today is Friday.  Tomorrow is the weekend, and, for once, I am not working on the weekend.  There's a great 80's song about Working for the Weekend...I'd sing it, but I do not think anyone wants me to do that.

Tomorrow, my wife is going yarn shopping at an invitation only clearance sale at our local yarn shop.  While she is doing that, my daughter and I will be chasing pigeons.

Sunday we will carve pumpkins.

A fun time will be had by all.

Till tomorrow,

Thomas