Thursday Girls
Another evening at home with John. I look forward to this part of my day ALL day. I’m going to run to the grocery store and see if I can’t conjure up something to eat tonight, in addition to some milk and other necessary items for our fridge. We may run out tonight and get a hub to hook the new computer up to the internet less precariously. I guess we’ll just have to see how tired we get. John will probably go on a walk. I might go with him. It really all just depends on my level of exhaustion this evening. After getting home and trying to get somewhere with the laundry and cleaning up (John says I clean frantically from 5-6 every night, not true. I usually don’t get home from work until about 5:20) I’m usually just hungry enough to make dinner (or watch John, as we’ve been taking turns with that more) and cleaning up the dishes (we’ve been taking turns with that more, too) I’m usually ready to hit the hay and read a bit before I fall asleep. Oh busy busy life.
Funny thing, yesterday I wrote a note to my Scranton girls saying, “Happy Thursday!” You see, Thursdays used to really, really mean something. First of all, it was FRIENDS. And what self-respecting 20-something in college wouldn’t love a good Friends party? I still remember the last episode. We were all getting ready to leave school, and I was leaving permanently to go on my mission. Watching the very last episode of Friends just put us over the edge. I can still remember someone, Jess? Emily? Christine? I’m not sure who started with the tears first, but she said, “I hope you don’t seriously think I’m crying about Friends.” That was such a good year. We seemed to have two parties a week, Friends, and then ALIAS. We’d gather all the chips we’d saved (pilfered) from our lunches all week (we always had a pile of bags of chips from the caf, Baked Lays, always Baked Lays) and popcorn and soda, and all lounge around and watch Friends together. Thursday also marked the last day Jess was there for the week (she went home on the weekends) AND the last day of our running routine. We ran daily, Monday-Thursday, and then rested the weekend. It was a nice little routine we had going on. I miss those girls- and thus, I said, “Happy Thursday, Thursday girls!” Except for the fact that yesterday was WEDNESDAY, it was a great thought. I am, apparently, on crack.
So, today, for the record, Happy Thursday.
