Friday, March 7, 2014

Fried Day

I mean, right? What is it about this sixth day of the week?

I work from home. My Fridays are exactly the same as every other week day. Plus, it's not like my weekends are really anything to look forward to. Stephen and I spend most Friday nights browsing Netflix without ever deciding on a movie. Saturday usually involves attempting to clean the apartment before reaching that point of "eh, good enough" and throwing in the towel. The towel I used to clean half the bathtub, that is. And you wonder why I don't write a life style blog. Oh, who am I kidding? No one has ever wondered why I don't write a lifestyle blog. I guess I just have this fantasy that someone on the internet thinks to his/herself "You know whose weekends I would really love to read about? Meg Morley Walter's." But they assume that I'm too busy hiking Kilimanjaro and shopping at the hippest boutiques to write it all down, thereby increasing my mysterious coolness and only exacerbating this pretend person on the internet's desire to know more about my Friday, Saturday and Sunday outings. Fun fact, I accidentally typed "too busty" when I initially wrote that last sentence, which is also very very very far from the truth. Okay now I'm forgetting why I started writing any of this. Oh yeah. Now I remember. My weekends are exceptionally unremarkable, yet I still can't wait for them to arrive. By can't wait, what I mean is, I wake up Friday morning already feeling done with the day. I just spent two hours writing two paragraphs. Then of course I needed a break from all that exertion, so I spent, well I'm embarrassed to admit how much time I spent so I won't, reading an argument on Facebook. Now I keep checking back to see if person A or B has posted a rebuttal.

You've been there (here), right? Please say yes. Please say that by Friday you too have diminished brain activity and the productivity of a sloth on Ambien. If you say no, I really don't want to associate with you as a human being and kindly request you close this window, never to return to again. Go write a lifestyle blog or something. All the rest of you, let me know if you find anything good on Netflix.


  1. YES! :) Totally with you on this one.

  2. I really struggle with Netfilx. It's Sunday night, so the pain from our latest weekend attempts is still fresh.

  3. Rocky. When's the last time any watched Rocky? That's my top pick from Netflix this week.

  4. Yes. Too many choices, but not all the right choices. We struggle as well. I recommend, if you haven't watched all of the episodes already, Call the Midwives. I love it. I won't be offended if you don't love it, though. I wake up Thursdays singing, Its Thursday by Conan. Fridays may be overrated.

    1. Unfortunately I have already watched all available episodes of Call the Midwife and I'm itching for more.

  5. I've been thinking about this same topic a lot lately (and netflix, too). I keep feeling like it's wrong to be happy with where I am in my I shouldn't be content and should always been wanting to do more. And while I do feel like that's a good thing to some extent, I also feel like we (women especially( should be prouder and happier with what they have now instead of comparing and contrasting with what we read in the news and on blogs.


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