Dear Friday,
Why, oh why, must you be at the end of the week? If only you came sooner; say, like Tuesday. Ever thought about switching places? It would make the week go so much faster. All of a sudden, Mondays are like Thursdays! Only one day to go until the weekend! What a concept!

Friday, how I long for you each and every day of the work week. How I cannot wait for you to come, even with your increased traffic and moronic drivers who think that by leaving early, they’ll be fixing the situation. I choose to overlook their ridiculousness, since you beckon good times, evenings without curfews and mornings without alarms. You’re a glimmer of hope in my oh-so gray days.

I love your possibility! The opportunity! The feeling that anything is possible. You’re a true motivator, as many of us work just to get to you. We often plan our weeks, and weekends, around all that you offer. Client Meeting? On a Friday? Pooh pooh. We would NEVER ignominize you with something that atrocious.

Friday, if you were a person, I’d make out with you. With gusto. And, trust me, it would be GOOD.

Sometimes, we just can’t contain ourselves, and have to prepare accordingly with a little Thursday night revelry. Please don’t be insulted by our antics; in fact, we are usually just trying to get ready for all that will come the following day. We cherish what you offer, including the occasional late-to-work-dom that happens as a result of these Thursday Pre-parties, and thank you for allowing all Chick-Fil-A Chicken Biscuits consumed during your morning hours to have no calories nor grams of fat. Clearly, you’re looking out for our health, and for that, we thank you.

Friday, you’re revered by both peons & management alike. Golf outings? Afternoon movies? Half-days? Yep, they usually happen with you. You clearly want us to be comfortable on your day, with the de facto attire being of the casual nature. We love the uniform of jeans, khakis, and even those new-fangled slip-on tennis shoes. I bet you had a hand in creating those, Friday.

Whether it’s a late night or an early evening with a movie, a hot date or a warm bath, you are there waiting for us even on the worst of weeks, ready to envelop us with your relief. We long for you. We wait for you. And when you finally come, you’re completely worth it. Thank you.

So Friday, thanks for all that you are, all that you do. And, especially this week, thank you for being tomorrow.

Much love, and can’t wait to see you in a mere 7 1/2 hours,
Aubrey