Yay for Friday!

Thursday, actually, but it feels like it's Friday, and that's what counts. Woohoo for the weekend! Work this week just seemed to go by really, reeeaaaaallllyyyy slowly; I've been exhausted, yawning-every-other-minute every morning the week, and then I made so many mistakes that everyone was nice enough to tell me had never ever been made before (it always made me feel really, really good to hear that, like I didn't feel like enough of an idiot already). But it's over now and I start my new shift on Monday. Starting that early means I have sole control of the radio for practically my entire shift, which is nice (I hope you read "nice" in the way that I'm thinking it right now, with the "I" sound really drawn out). Right now, it's time for grocery shopping, and then later, I hope, fajitas and margaritas. I've been craving steak fajitas for a while now, so I really hope we get to have them, but then again, it depends on what time everybody gets home and then on what they feel like at that time. We shall see! In the meantime, I leave you with a terrible joke so lame that I couldn't resist the opportunity to post it here.

What do you call nuts on the wall?
Walnuts
What do you call nuts on a chest?
Chestnuts.
What do you call nuts on a chin?
A blow job.