Friday afternoons

I don't understand the working world's love affair with Fridays.  Fridays are my worst work day.  Every one of my big weekly tasks must be completed on Friday.  So, while I am supposed to get a little early on Friday afternoons, it never quite works that way.

Unless I come in early.  Which, if you ask me, defeats the purpose of leaving early.

One such Friday, I sent Man the following message:

i am so blah that i want to sit under the shower for 10 minutes

Me.  Wanting a long shower.  Crazy

CRAZY

He responded with:

That does sound a bit out of character.

And then it hit me:

i love that i just called 10 minutes a long shower. 

Hon's only response was:
We're using your dictionary. :-)

I'm glad he gets me.  Because now it's Monday and Friday is already looming on the horizon.