Today was one of those days that went fairly quickly but it didn't seem like I got to do much. This morning my wife and I went to Rise & Roll bakery to get some awesome donuts for breakfast and then headed to her school to drop a couple of things off. By the time we got home we had lunch and my wife took a nap while I did some work in the garage. Before I knew it we were eating dinner and then I headed over to my cousin's house to watch the supercross race. Overall it was a good day, but went way too quickly. Why does it seem like the weekends go so fast and the weeks take forever?