Once upon a time, if you asked me which day of the week was my favorite, my answer would be Tuesday. Crazy I know! After all, Tuesday isn't the end of the week, it isn't the weekend, it isn't even the middle of the week. Why you ask . . . because in 1990, on a warm Tuesday evening, in Birmingham Alabama, I met the man I would end up marrying! So, for years, I romanticized Tuesdays. Convinced myself that all good things happened on Tuesdays. If you do the math, you realize there is a lot of time between today, Tuesday, February 1st and Tuesday, July 3rd, 1990. Let's see, that would be somewhere in the neighborhood of 1070 Tuesdays. I've never claimed to be a math person, so I may be off a Tuesday or two. But I would have to say that for the first five or six hundred Tuesdays's, I still considered it my most favorite day. Now, not so much. As a matter of fact, thanks to this job that is trying to suck the life out of me, Tuesday's have become a dreaded day of conference calls and confrontation. Oh, beloved Tuesday, how sorry I am that you have been tarnished . . .
I'm kidding, of course. Not about the change in my choice for favorite day of the week, but that I am sorry about it. It has been miserable for so long now that I suppose I'm used to it. I can only hope that one day, I can reclaim Tuesday as my number one! Until then, I guess I'm going with Friday. No mystery there. I can say, without hesitation, that July 3, 1990 remains my favorite Tuesday of all time! Thanks Johnny. I miss you.
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It can still be a good day for you. You need to make all of them good days. You're a sweetheart and nTouchb450 with b450 hotness :)
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