{Love these horse bookends from SevenBC}
It’s the Year of the Horse—and I can tell you now it’s aptly named, if by horse they mean work horse.
As so often happens when schedules tip to the side of insanity, work finagled its way into my dreams. Mainly, I dreamt my co-workers and I had been invited to attend the F-Summit (Yeah, I don’t know, except to say it was a big to-do (apparently), wherein the greatest minds of the company came together to plot our course for the coming year and beyond).
One co-worker was thrilled, thrilled, to receive such an honor.
My response: Well perhaps they could have honored us during the week when we have to work anyway.
One co-worker was annoyed that I had yet to pack.
My response: I’m a packing ninja, it will take me no time—but seriously, why are you wearing suits when we’re going to be sitting in an airplane all day?
The question should have been, ‘why are you wearing mauve suits’ but that’s another story for another day.
We did finally make it to our destination, mind you. Although, once arrived I realized I had only packed clothes . . . no toothbrush, no makeup, no hair styling products. Just clothes (though, in my defense, I had some of these cutest clothes ever—including a white jacket with turquoise accents that I intended to pair with yellow sling back shoes).
Needless to say, I woke up exhausted and it’s pretty much carried me through the week.
You?
The good news: it’s the weekend! Here’s hoping for hours all our own in the coming days . . .
Happiest of weekend wishes to you!