That is the word of the day.
From Friday night, to Sunday eve, wild.
Could it be that my personality has changed?
Could it be Satan?
Or am I burning out the day, burning out the night?
Music, friends, wine and mischief.. my kind of weekend.
Doggone, I have a feeling that tomorrow is Monday.
But, like Scarlett O’Hara, I won’t think about that now.
A mind set?
Or just the ability to rise above the radar, to enjoy each moment as a complete idiot.
Hey! You! If I ran into you this weekend, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.
What a hoot!