Yes. Saturdays should be fun. When I was single and was living my shit-deep-in-work life in Gurgaon, I almost always planned my Saturdays with great care. Saturday is the most important day in the weekend. A Friday get over in a frenzy, a euphoria of getting into another weekend just eats up the entire Friday evening, I've noticed. A Sunday morning goes in mourning about the approaching Monday and Sunday nights are mostly kept aside for self-pity or job-hating. But Saturday is something different, it comes with a promise of freedom. I love Saturdays! Now since I'm mostly working from home, thing have changed a bit - like absolutely no place to 'accidentally' forget my laptop while going home from work and then not be able to work for the weekend, sadly. Plus there is this Army party circle (The husband's an Army Officer, did I tell you before?) that has some sort of a party and / or dinner going on almost every day of the weekend. Just FYI, these parties are seldom interesting, mostly pretty blah. Infact I think I should dedicate an entire post on these Army Parties. Hmm, I shall do it soon. Coming back to Saturdays, today is entirely my day. There is not much work today, for a change. The house-hold stuff like cooking etc will be out-sourced. There is no b-o-r-i-n-g army party this weekend, though I'm hosting a lunch tomorrow so Sunday is pretty much gone in the kitchen. But today I'm going to make it a fun day at any cost. I started early in the morning when the husband woke me up with breakfast queries and I sweetly ordered some yummy south Indian food from the officer's mess. And I've ordered yummy food for the entire day. For this evening, fuck my diet! After breakfast I finished a painting my husband had made last week, and had set it to dry, by scribbling my name at the bottom. Oh, scratch that! After breakfast I finished a painting I made and its adorable. Yay! Okay so next is a movie marathon where I get to see chic flicks and he'll watch that lame test match with Sri Lanka in between breaks. I am also going to make a lot of lists today, of stuff that's important, like 'Plans for next Saturday', and lists of stuff that is super important as well as fun, like 'Top ten dresses I need from this months' Cosmo'. You know what, lists are the mark of an organized woman. You should make lots of lists and plan your day, prioritize your work. Lists make you competent and sometimes, it has happened to me, a list help you know your inner desiers. Like this one time, when I was making a list of come-backs and hard hitting one liner for my fat ass bitchy ex boss, I wrote down 'gag her with her frizzy hair' as the last point. See? This told me that I really hated her. Hmm. So loads of lists today. Infact, here is a list I already made which is both important and fun.
Things I'd never want to listen:
- Your name still comes up at work whenever something goes horribly wrong and we don't want to take the blame
- Your Internet shorthand took me so long to comprehend
- You'd merit very kind words in my suicide note
- You've lost your fire
- Sorry for having fun without you
- Long story short, I'm right and all of you are wrong
- I feel like I practically know you because of your ear-splitting phone conversations
- I own you, like Literally
- With a dressing sense like that, I don;t think I'd like to be seen in public with you
- You offend me with your horrible taste
- I'm glad we share an understanding that I'm slightly smarter. And funnier.
- I picked up a fight just for the makeup sex
- I rule. No, really.