Butterflies in my tummy...

Well, it's Friday and everyone acts like it is the last day of school in my group. I am on the 4th floor of my building and it seems like in the stairway about 3rd floor, you can hear the roar of my group on a Friday starting about 12p. And since we've already discussed how I do not sit with my group, I'm not a part of the roar just a mere observer. None the less, the roar gets me excited too. "What are you doing this weekend?" "Got big plans?" "It's Friday, no complaints here." I start getting ants in my pants, I start typing faster, I start talking faster...all for the leave early on Friday tradition. But, what am I leaving in such a hurry for? I have no plans...no happy hour to attend, no big date to get ready for, no road trip to prep for. So why is Friday so different? Well, regardless of the lack of plans, I got to get these ants out of my pants by strapping on my pajamas which will not be disgarded until 7a Monday morning and redez-vous with the only lover that has given me butterflies in my tummy since college days...my couch. So here I come baby, I'm all yours...I may even practice my signature like a little school girl does with a lover. Bridget Ann H*&&%$ Serta.