I’ve never been particularly fond of Friday, as days go anyway. Thursday is a personal favorite because Thursday never let’s me down. Good things always happen on Thursday. I met the love of my life on a Thursday. We married on a Thursday, and we’re going on 23 years now. My youngest grandson was born on a Thursday. And the list goes on and on and on. Monday, for me, is filled with hope of a new beginning every 7 days. Sunday, time to rest, relax, and worship. But, Friday? Never fails to live up to Murphy’s Law.
It’s 7 p.m. here and in less that 12 hours, set-up begins for Pumpkinfest. Ever since my feet hit the floor this morning, Murphy’s Law has been enacted on the very day I needed everything to go according to plan. My printer broke down knowing full well I had flyers to print for tomorrow and I ended up taking my quick-stick to Print Shack to get what I needed done. My carpal tunnel chose today to really get achy. One of my dogs scared the crap out of me getting hurt. (She’s okay now, but holy collards!) And, our kitchen plumbing, which is 60 years old, chose the day I needed peace in my world to finally give it up and had to be replaced from the sink all the way to the sewage outlet. My husband has been under the house for hours making that happen.
Now he’s loading my car for our early morning trek to Macon County and I’m ready for bed, which is where I’m headed in a few minutes afraid to ask the ages old question…
Thank you, Friday, for never failing to live up to Murphy’s Law. (I am sneering at as I say that at the very thought of Friday’s name.)
Come see me tomorrow in downtown Franklin, NC. I’m in booth 11 just down from town hall! (I will be smiling!)