I'm writing this from last week. Doesn't the future freak your freak? Here's my prediction for the weekend.
I'm probably still sleeping. And you aren't.
I'm probably snuggled up with my cute manfriend, enjoying my 5th day with him
He probably cooked me breakfast, because he is my sweetie pie
I'm probably worried that the alchohol I drank is going to cause me to gain weight.
I'm probably thinking about how hard I have to work this week to avoid that.
I'm probably thinking the same thing about the food I probably ate.
I'm probably going to cry when the manfriend leaves
I probably had lots of um....quality time *ahem*
I'm probably going to have a lot of catching up to do in the blogosphere.
I'm probably worried that the girls at work aren't doing their work.
I probably shouldn't care about that last one.
I probably got drunk off vodka, and laughed until I peed
I probably miss my pets.
I probably have a ton of kitty litter to clean up
I probably have at least two furballs to steam clean.
I probably had a hell of a weekend with my friends and manfriend.
I probably stole my guy, and have him locked in my closet.
I probably shouldn't have admitted to that on my blog.