I had an interesting Friday night. I spent the entire evening singing in front of a live audience. I love singing, almost as much as writing. We creative types just love attention I suppose. There are worse things, I’m sure.

My husband’s weekend trip to visit his grandmother was cancelled when he suddenly came down with a migraine headache, just hours before he was set to go. After taking a nap (and a few antihistamines) he felt somewhat better, so I dragged him with me. It’s funny…he’s the one person who is never overly impressed with me. He doesn’t rave about my writing, or my singing. I guess you could say he keeps me grounded. It’s hard to get a big head when those around you everyday aren’t impressed. I think he secretly thinks I’m wonderful, but he’s afraid if he flatters me too much, I will become impossible to live with. I’m sure he’s right.

I was going to take a little break tonight, and maybe snuggle up with my husband to watch a movie. But instead we’re watching a documentary on Abraham Lincoln’s assassination. Nothing like a dead president to bring out the romantic in all of us. Maybe not. So instead, I’ve decided to go to sleep early so I can wake up ready to tackle my day—a work day Saturday. And then I can officially start my weekend. All one day of it. It’s supposed to be a beautiful sunny day tomorrow. I may even stay out in the sun for a while.

I can’t wait! I love the weekend.

Until the next time…I’ll be looking for the highest possible SPF available!