Just found out that someone somewhere owns a Rottweiler who responds to the same name that I do. Beautiful dog but scary thought!

I have 2 lunches and 3 dinners to go to over the next couple of days. I'm not sure what to do. Especially since I've just embarked on a very challenging journey. Do I ditch the wife on Saturday and meet the husband on Sunday? Or vice-versa? Do I give the birthday party tomorrow night a miss and meet the long-lost relative instead? Or do I just switch off my phone and spend Sunday with the folks?

I remember when weekends used to be so different. Drink all night, eat dinner in the wee hours of the morning, and spend the whole of Sunday sleeping next to the enemy. I'm so glad that it's all over.

I'm looking foward to weekends that are on their way. They may not all be good, some of them might even suck but I'm pretty sure none of them will ever make me wish that I was dead.