I should be excited about our impending trip but sometimes in life the timing goes a little awry. Hopefully this time next week I will be throwing eggs at Wall Street bankers while Michael mutters “I’m not bailing you out of jail” through clenched teeth.
No, that sounds stressful.
Hopefully this time next week we’ll be holding hands as we skip through Washington Square on our way to happy hour because if there’s one thing I love about the States, it’s that they have happy hour.
No, that sounds stressful.
Hopefully this time next week we’ll be holding hands as we skip through Washington Square on our way to happy hour because if there’s one thing I love about the States, it’s that they have happy hour.
Tomorrow will be a new day.
It will be a happy, shiny, re-assuring, we can deal with this, phew and wipe our brows and remark that we will look back at this and laugh kind of day.
Oh hell yeah!
ReplyDeleteI certainly hope so!
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