Let's hear it for Friday!

Seriously, if there weren't a Friday, I wouldn't be able to keep a job. It means more to me than my benefits package and PTO.

It probably stems from having to go to Karate classes on Thursdays when I was a boy. I dreaded Thursday like a disease. As my mom drove me to the dojo, I used to lean my head against the window and watch the kids playing on the street in slow motion and I wanted to cry out of self pity, because all of those innocent happy kids didn't think Thursday was any different than any other day, and they didn't have to sacrifice their afternoon to torture, but then I knew that if I did cry, I'd have to do extra push-ups if I showed up at the dojo with swollen eyes and the sensei would shame me for being a baby (even though I sort of was).

And Wednesday is fine, but there's nothing special about it. It's the middle of the week. Like being the middle child: no one is really worried or excited about the middle child. They just keep things running and resent everyone for it.

Tuesday is too close to Monday to ever be cool. It's like it shouldn't even show up. I mean, who really notices Tuesday?

Saturday is cool. Usually. Only, as an adult and homeowner, it usually means a lot of work. I can't remember the last Saturday I had when I could just go golfing or hang out. But it's nice to wake up to your kids on Saturday, begging you to make a big breakfast or something. Kids make Saturday good.

Sunday is nice. That's the honest truth.

Monday... freaking monday.

Happy Friday, everyone. Have a nice weekend.