As it is Thursday, I have been devoting an unusually large amount of my time to pining for the weekend. I am almost itching to touch the very soft, frilly edge of two days without work. I am also almost pulsing with excitement about visiting a local cake decorating store on Saturday morning.
Who wouldn't go completely gaga over treasures like these?
I am practically breathless with anticipation and so full of ideas I can hardly stand it. Saturday promises to be beautiful and sugary. Or in other words, practically perfect in every way. Sort of like Mary Poppins.