Oh my goodness, Modern Friends. Going nonstop for several weeks in a row finally caught up with me last night. After catching a screening of The Big Lebowski at one of the local theaters with Courtney and Mickey (there were lots of people dressed in bathrobes and we even saw the Jesus! In a purple jumpsuit and hairnet!), I went home and collapsed physically and mentally. I felt so completely brain dead and physically exhausted that I was this close to swearing off blogging, Facebook, Twitter and all of technology to become a Buddhist monk. Fortunately, I decided to sleep on it, and one Tylenol PM and nine hours later I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER! So, I’ll keep technology for a little bit longer and put my monk aspirations on hold for a while.

I’m now staring down the front end of a minivacation from work. Because of a shifting work schedule, my weekends from this week and next are consecutive. Four days off, baby! How am I celebrating? I’m sitting on the couch with a dog who knows nothing about personal space, munching on pretzels — the only thing left in my otherwise bare pantry — watching ’80s music videos on You Tube and once again tackling my blogreader. I promise, I’m getting caught up on all of y’all’s blogs at some point this weekend.

Monday I’ma gonna be heading to the motherland for a little bit of work and pleasure. Memphis friends, you’re on notice. The Modern Mom always sends me an e-mail before I make a trip to Memphis to remind me of all the things I’m apt to forget to bring with me. What was on the list she sent me today? Lucydog. Thanks, Mom.

Before I take today by the horns and start working on putting my life back together after weeks of neglect, I wanted to pose the following question to you. The below photo? According to Apartment Therapy it’s a bathroom painted to resemble a ski jump. My question to you is does the decor enhance the the process by scaring the shit out of you or does it cause performance issues by scaring you shitless?

Happy Saturday, all.