No Plans

The weekend is upon us, and do you know what's fabulous? I have NO PLANS! Beerman was going to mow the lawn last night, because well, it's about a foot tall. And I said, why don't we do it on Saturday? He agreed. Why? Because we have NO PLANS. I can't wait. A little laundry and picking up the house, but otherwise, this weekend is about digging in dirt, playing baseball, and taking Harry to the park. Sigh... I can't wait.