The Long Weekend

So I had yesterday off of work in observance of President's Day, or as it's most often known National Half Off The Lowest Price Day in department stores around the country. Having that extra day on my weekend is really quite terrible for my morale. By the time Tuesday rolls around I'm so used to laying on my couch with regularly scheduled feedings that I can hardly make it to the deli to buy my coffee without feeling overwhelmed.

And I know what you're thinking, "My goodness Queenie, you are a lazy shirker!" But really that's not true. I understand the value of a hard days work, I just would rather someone else be doing the working. It's not that I want to be a kept woman, I just want Sweetpotato to pay all the bills so I don't have to have a job.

Think of all the things I could accomplish in a day if I didn't have to spend 8 hours rotting in a cubicle. I could finally buy that eye cream I've decided I need to combat the crow's feet I can feel forming with glare I give. I could finish that book I've been trying to get through for the past six months (I'm a bit of a retarded reader), and maybe even create some semblance of organization in my closet. Can you imagine the cakes I'd have time to bake?! Not to mention the birthday cards that would get sent on time, the thank you notes that could get written, my god I'd have my Christmas shopping done by August!

People underestimate the value of a stay-at-home girlfriend. I keep tellin' Sweetpotato he'd be so much happier with me around all day to remind him not to leave his cups all over my livingroom. I have even promised to have dinner ordered and on the coffee table by 6 every night.

Alas, no one seems to appreciate my talents as a lady of leisure. So Happy Tuesday everyone...now back to work!