It's 25 minutes until quitting time and I am bored out of my skull! I hate Friday afternoons. The phone stoped its annoying ringing about two hours ago. Except for the occasional call from Evil Empire #1 or Evil Empire #2 (they fluctuate rankings depending on which one was the biggest pain in the butt recently) it's been quiet. Sigh. I hit the wall around 2:30 today. That is what Jill and I call it when we just don't want to be here anymore and start counting down the minutes until we leave. I hit it awfully early today.

This weekend promises to be another relaxing two days. Room mate Marti is out of town again and I don't have any major plans. Bob and I are going yard saling tomorrow morning. He wants to leave at 7:30. That's a.m. by the way. Ugh. I'll have to get out of bed by 6:30 so I'm out of the shower by the time he gets to the apartment. I can only stay out until 1ish or so. My sister and I are going shopping for a Mother's Day present. That could get interesting since we're going to our favorite place, Target. If I can keep myself away from the shoes and my sister away from the clothes we should be o.k. If we stray into that area it could be disasterous for my wallet. I'm due for a shopping binge.

Hmmm, I think a trip to Old Navy is soon in order. I still need a dress for the wedding at the end of the month. Then again, who cares what I'm going to wear. I know after about the first 15 minutes of the reception I should have had so many shots it won't matter to me!