that you're lovely,
and I hope your weekend is as well.
Mine has had a most promising beginning, with my first solo movie ever (it's rather decadent going to the movies alone, during the day, with a latte), watching chubby 5th grade girls sing with stunningly sweet voices at my son's talent show practice, and sharing a bean and rice burrito with my hungry little stage hand.
Then my husband called and spoke the five sweetest words in the English language: I'll bring home a pizza.
If it ended now, I would still call it a good weekend.