On the HALF-WAY to paradise, I stopped along the way to invoke weekending, a Pack Lounge stalwart. This could mean irresponsible shenanigans but here it just means take off your spanx, eyelashes, banana hammock and enjoy the day(s). Meatloaf and Pom-that-tastes-like-wine confirm the best intentions of
w-e-e-e-e-k-e-n-d.

It's a sin to look down her blouse
It's a sin to have impure thoughts
But the sin to have is synthroid if you're iffy about you're no-longer-50
or your american eagle tall stance saluting the flag
is replaced by a G.I. sitting on a duffel bag
I'm a believer

Expectations of a flawless rebound right away are poo-poo-ca-ca in the pool of life. Confess up, jitRbug - - you're better off than you expected at the outset.

Pledges for this weekend
don't screw the pooch forget to make bounce-back the goal:
moderation
credit to the sistahs. . halfway to something