s-a-t.u.r-d-a-y night!

the thing is, i a lead a fantastic life and i am not complaining here.  but.  (isn't it funny how people say they mean something and then attach a big old bedonkadonk to it, thus negating what they are saying.  i love that.)

but i don't have a saturday to myself until memorial day weekend.  how did that happen?  for the past two weekends i have had work related things.  and for the next three weekends, i have something every saturday.

i'm not sure which god i pissed off to have this happen to me.  does anyone know what i need to sacrifice in order to get my saturdays back?  is it a small child?  a rotisserie chicken?  a favorite pair of shoes?