The saying is: “when you love your job you never work a day in your life.” Ahem… I love my job but I love dawdling around in my pajamas even more. Especially at 5:45 in the morning. But alas…duty calls! So as boss-lady and I discuss what shall sustain us during this Saturday morning a couple of options came to mind…donuts, waffles, pancakes…cakes…birthday cake? No no… I’m only alloted one birthday cake breakfast a year…or maybe two,…three? Ahem…shake it off, Lauren. Shake it off!
Yesterday we embarked on the most dangerous mission known to man….tax free weekend. No man (or should I say woman) can deny it’s appeal. Credit cards are begging to be swiped, pocket books are pleading to be used, ATMs are yearning for a reprieve.
There is nothing better than a Saturday morning (except for maybe a Sunday morning…only to be exceeded by Sunday afternoons). Okay so maybe I should expand on my previous statement…there is nothing like the weekend. You get to sleep in, no meetings or deadlines, and you can sit in your pajamas all day with absolutely zero judgement.