I mean, same.
Some days, neither do we.
We dream of this all week long.
Find someone else who does too, and never let go.
Because... sloth in pajamas.
What Friday nights be like.
Walking out the door every Monday looking half alive.
Ah, the golden years.
After consuming a Venti from Starbucks.
When the crew is waiting for you outside.
The moment you realize that Nyquil really does work.
And you start dreaming while still awake.
When you want snacks, but can't seem to reach them.
But then you remember that you can do anything you put your mind to.
Wise words to live by.
Our strategy for the winter - and really for life.