When I opened my eyes and hit the snooze button for the 3rd time this morning I stared up at the ceiling and said "Thank you Lord it's Friday." I swear the older you get the more you start to fall in love with the weekend. It starts off as puppy love in elementary and junior high, and slowly grows in high school. Then it becomes a drunken love affair in college. You don't quite appreciate it as much because Captain Morgan or Bacardi Razz is messing up your vision but you still enjoy a good tumble. It isn't until you're in your 20s until Friday really becomes bae and you start having those marriage thoughts in your mind. I love Sundays because they're relaxing, I love Saturdays because they're fun. But there's something about Friday that always wants me to give up my other hoes and settle down. Friday is my forever boo and I love you.
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