Friday, Hi! I Could Just Kiss You!
And not because you are the day before Valentine’s Day and I need to get warmed up, either; I would never use you like that.
No, I could kiss you because your siblings, Monday through Thursday, left me beat down and tired and you, Friday, are like an ice cold glass of water slaking an eternity of thirst. A buoy thrown to a drowning man. A piece of chocolate on the day that Lent ends.
What I’m, trying to say is that: I love you, Friday.
I love you, man.