Fridays are like this.
Fridays are jeans.
And an end to the madness. (Sometimes the beginning to even MORE madness, but...)
Fridays are light.
Not like Mondays, which, you guessed it, seem heavy.
Dinner out. Or a rented DVD to watch.
Honking horns.
Fridays. Feel like paydays.
They feel like hope.
And energy.
Ah, Fridays.
They're made up of the best stuff, hu?
ReplyDeleteFriday is my favorite day of the week. I was lucky enough to be born on one. (And Cora, too. That Friday was light for sure.)
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