Practically Perfect In Every Way (except for the part about the directions)

i thought about posting about my weekend backwards, starting with the ridiculously loud thunderstorm that woke me up from a sound sleep last night, but that would be far too much trouble, so i’ll leave the bowling alley of the gods for last and talk about my practically perfect in every way weekend the right way round, starting with how unbelievably not perfect most of friday was.actually, no, most of friday sucked so badly that i don’t even want to write about it. let’s just confine it to the dustbin of crappy workweeks and move on, shall we?oh, but then maybe we should skip friday night, too, because while it was fabulous, i really don’t think i can mention how much alcohol was consumed that night without everyone reading this immediately staging an intervention. but you have to ...