Friday, May 11, 2007
It's Friday, It's Friday
You would "sneak" out of work early on Fridays to get home around 4:30pm - like a kid who played hooky last class. The long hours were terrible and I'm sure precipitated your decline.
I'd try to have the house all sparkly and a special meal ready - or pizza.
Some days you'd arrive at 4:20 and we were delirious! "How did you get out so early?" I'd ask - delighted.
Such sweet memories of you, my Love.
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3 comments:
What a sweet memory!
Thanks, Trish! Now everydayzm is a Friday!
everydayzm??
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