When it rains, I snore.

It has been oh so rainy this week. Jesus or Zeus or someone is really trying to neg on my upbeat vibes, but my favorite day of the year is coming so neg away bitches, you can't touch me!

What's my favorite day?


Duh, it's my birthday!

I realllllly don't understand the people who hate their birthdays. "Naw, I'm not going to celebrate. I just want to go to bed and wake up when it's not my birthday."

.....WHAT?

I mean, this is the one day of the year when you can pretty much get away with anything. Make me breakfast, walk my dog, rub my back, buy me presentsssss (shout out to my boyfriend, hi!). For me, it's the happiest day of the year. Selfish? Probably, but that's the whole point of birthdays! I didn't make the rules. I just exploit them.

Although I am celebrating the weekend before, my actual birthday lands right in the middle of the work week. So this year will be my first (only?) birthday as a Boss. Will I get a cake? Will I get gifts? Will people bribe me to do Bossly things for them? Will no one remember? Stay tuned to find out!

In other news, I have been getting quite comfy in my office. Not only do I have multiple pairs of shoes strewn about, blast the Florence + The Machine pandora station, but I have also definitely been taking advantage of the door. Just yesterday I was feeling quite tired so I slid the door closed, pretended to be on an important phone call by talking loudly to no one, and proceeded to lay my little head right down on my desk.

And here is a visual:

And there you have it! Week six people, welcome to it.