Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, wine in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"
(stolen from a forward)
and, bam! it's the weekend. time is flyin'. i don't know how to feel about it. it's fun, but i don't want life to whiz by me. perhaps this weekend i will stop to smell the roses. i do have some, ya know...my landscaper takes care of them. :-)