me thinks i'm in love...

How many ways can a person wax rhapsodic about it being almost Friday. On my way home from taking my Mom to dinner and shopping at Michael's for flowers to put on graves at the cemetery this weekend--only a few select people like me know how to have a really fun Memorial Day! Bet you're jealous!! Double jealous!! But I digress...back to the future. On my way home I realized that tomorrow was going to be Friday, the end of the work week, the beginning of the lllllllllllllllloooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggg weekend! So I thought Woohoo!! I thought ZippetyDooDah! I thought Hooray for Hollywood--well, actually I didn't think that at all, but it does have a nice rhythmn to it, don't you think? I thought Huzzah! I thought Hip, Hip Hooray (but not for Hollywood)! I thought Wowsers! I found there were plentiful ways to express my enthusiasm for Fridayness, but then it was still Thursday, so I contained myself, rolled my window back up, and stopped wagging my tail--oh wait, it was Lassie who stopped wagging her (really his) tail. In case you haven't picked up on my theme for today, it's Fridays. We get one every 7 days. That means that every 7 days I am happy, I look forward to something (other than flower placement on graves), I realize that I can pretend to have a life--it's all a big lie, but so far, only those reading this blog (small crowd to date) will know the horrible truth that I have no life worthy blogging about. Yep. Fridays are our friends, and not the invisible kind that I seem to spend too much time in the company of--oops, some grammatical dangling is going on here. But, because I still have one more day to pretend to know what I'm doing at work, I must, alas, forsake the blogspot so I can go nonnies and wake up ready to slog out another day on the job site. But then, guess what, it will be F-R-I-D-A-Y. And that is why me think i'm in love.