ever since I left work and went back to school, I've started loving mondays. seriously.
Well, mostly because I feel like I'm taking 2years worth of sick days, when I'm not really sick. Its like playing hooky (is that how you spell it?!), but I can't even get in trouble.
i'm allowed to take mondays off. i'm actually supposed to. (well, until my practicum starts in January. but whatever)
Also, I get to hang out with two pretty cool elderly ladies for a service learning project I'm doing.
And I get to sleep in.
And eat lunch with my hubby.
And play with my dog (who is currently running laps around the apartment)
And eat tacos.
um, well I don't eat tacos every monday.
but today I am.
and I looooove tacos. (we may or may not eat them at least once a week. don't judge)