please. don't go. we'll do ANYTHING.

we have a confession. we're having an affair - a glorious, wild, all consuming love affair. it's the kind of love that's more like a drug addiction. strong enough to bring us to our knees and borrow from britney spears - "Baby hit me one more time." we are irrevocably in love with... THE WEEKEND.

each friday, we wake with anticipation of our lover's arrival. it's so full of hope and promise. when lover arrives, we are driven to do crazy things, like brave traffic on the 66 to venture out to the boonies, a.k.a.  chantilly. we hop in the car to baltimore and drive with the windows down and the ac on. OOOOOOH LA LA LA. i even ate a cheesy goopy casserole for lover.

now, sadly as sunday evening winds down to a close, the carlson house has become the house of blues. for no matter how much we plea, nothing we say or do can make our lover stay, not even for an hour longer.  our lover is abandoning us, leaving in its wake the horrible stench of an approaching monday.

all we can say is goodbye lover. see you next friday.

i promised a special friend i'd keep the post short on words, and heavy on pictures. this one's for you andy. this picture is truly worth a thousand words.