Like Breakfast for Dinner

Posted by beth on May 21, 2010

Today I’m having Saturday on Friday. It’s like having breakfast for dinner, only there are no waffles, and I don’t get paid for any work I’ve done because I haven’t done any work. I’m also having Saturday again tomorrow, which is going to be awesome because I’m headed to WILKESBORO!!!!! in less than an hour. My friend Susan is getting married, see, and then Emily Furr Hogan and I are going to a lawn mower race. Yes, that’s right. Redneck men with souped up riding mowers will barrel around a dirt track (I assume it’s dirt anyway) lined with blocks of straw. I just hope I can capture one of them losing control of his mower and flying through the hay as his wife and kids (aka “pit crew”) look on in horror. Maybe the wife will cover the children’s eyes and then rush to her husbands side, giving nary a thought to the cleanliness of her freshly laundered, white, cut-offs as she kneels in the beer-mud and gently strokes the mullet out of his eyes, whispering words of love and encouragement while we all wait in shocked silence until the ambulance arrives.

And also, I’m wearing a cute dress (to the wedding, not the lawn mower race). It’s going to be a good weekend.