Each week I say we made it to blessed Friday, and I don't make that pronouncement lightly. It's a haul these weeks, joyous, glorious, often pain in the ass hauls. So when we get to Friday afternoons, it's time to take a break, consume at least as many frosty beverages to equal the number of years you were when you finally graduated kindergarten, and have a little 'me' time. You've earned it.
And given our onward march toward warmer weather and the summer months, why not celebrate all things gloriously plump and juice and perfect in the bodacious ta-ta department with Emma Frain, one of the single hottest females on this planet, imho. Emma certainly knows how to make the beach look more amazing than Mother Nature herself could unfold, albeit, Mother Nature also made Emma Frain so I guess she wins.
I actually now insist you do things I would not do this weekend. Write it all down on a notecard. Then burn it. That kind of fun. Thank God It's Funbags!