For no other reason than that’s the day that the flyers come in and I can sit, cup of coffee in hand, and plan out my shopping for the following week. Funny how my idea of the perfect Friday has changed – from looking forward to a Friday night out dancing until the wee hours of the morning to anticipating a quiet morning, the sun coming in through the window, and reading the newspaper. I wouldn’t trade it for the world, even if right now the belly gets in the way of the newspaper just a bit.
I love Friday Mornings…
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