I love Fridays, always have. I remember when I was a kid and mom and dad were still married, she'd be different on Fridays, there was anticipation in the air all day. She'd be busy doing things making the house clean, washing the cloths and not so impatient with us. She'd fix something light for dinner, I remember it was bacon and eggs alot of the times, I liked that (no yuckie veggie!). And almost always someone would come over to visit on Friday nights. Usuallly it was an Aunt & Uncle but sometimes it was just�a neighbor. When the weather was good my dad loved having the garage door open and hang out in front of the house. This was fun because it meant that us kids got to play out until way past bedtime. I remember once seeing my dad spray lighter fluid on a potato bug then set it on fire, the men all laughed and cheered as it ran. I was scared but somehow facinated to see that little ball of flame moving so fast.
Boy, that was such a long time ago. I know that was me but times are sooo different now. So much water under that bridge. Mom is gone and dad has a new garage to hang out in.
But Fridays are mine to make of them as I wish! Today, Bear's off so we're going for a walk this morning and then I want to cut his hair - he'll look so cute when I'm done with him. Then I don't know what we'll make ourselves busy with. At 5 is the baby's football game at the high school, it's going to be a beautiful afternoon so I won't mind sitting out on the bleachers till dark. I only wish I understood the game a little.
Sidenote: I helped Pam update her wardrobe yesterday. She's lost almost 30lbs! half her cloths don't fit anymore, we were crackin up so much. I called her droopie-drawers.
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