And that's a wrap! Settle on in and hang out here for the night, by all means — the door's open. I'll leave you with my favorite getting-ready-to-go-out-pump-up song. Incidentally, it's also my favorite stay-in-and-get-pumped-up song. Enjoy!
Hi, Saturday readers!
Hey there, Saturday readers.
Hi, Saturday readers!
Hi, Saturday readers!
Hi, Saturday readers!
Hi, Saturday readers!
Hi, Saturday readers!
Hi, Saturday readers!
Hi, Saturday readers!
Hi, Saturday readers!
Hi, folks! Tonight's the night!
Hello, lovely Saturday readers!
I'll be honest with you, Saturday readers. If I never have to type the word "weiner" into another post again for as long as I live, you won't be hearing any complaints from me.
Hello, Saturday friends! I'd like to briefly take this moment to mourn the loss (see: departure, not death) of Detective Elliot Stabler.
Happy Saturday, everyone!
Why hello there, readers. You're looking very attractive and successful tonight. Why don't you sit right down and tell me about your day. Oh, wow. That sounds, very, very interesting.
Well, well, well. If it isn't Saturday night already! What do you plan to do with the remainder of this full-of-opportunity day? Will you pick flowers and pretend you're in some movie where the sullen lead character aims to get in touch with nature? Will you sit inside and craft using spare buttons and felt? Whatever…
Here in NYC, we're finally out of the woods and into full-on never-going-back spring at this point, which is all sorts of good news. You can wear shorts (if you're into that), eat popsicles without requiring a blanket, and do pretty much whatever else your thawing winter heart desires.
