Thinking About Thursday…
As most of you readers know, I’m trying to think about coming up with a theme for my blog entries. A method to my madness, if you will.
Well, On this Thursday, the only thing that I can really think about is Thursday itself. I love Thursdays. Thursday is, and always has been, my favorite day. Thursdays make me think about wonderful and happy things; about puppies and kittens and butterflies — I mean, anything other than butterflies. When you have a horse who is scared of butterflies, you DO NOT THINK ABOUT BUTTERFLIES.
At any rate, all the things I think to make me happy are rolled into one big, happy ball of loveliness when Thursday pops into my mind.
And now, I must admit why.
Thursday is the day that my ass gets firmly implanted on my couch, a tub of ice cream gets firmly entrenched in my sweaty palms, and I WATCH TELEVISION.
Hours, and hours, upon hours, and more hours of mindless television.
On Thursdays, I have been known to put children in my charge to bed early so that I can make sure the junk food is in order for Survivor. I’ve been known to take the phone off the hook altogether starting when the clock nears eight. I’ve been known to lie, feign illness, switch shifts, and contemplate quitting jobs because Thursday nights are just that important to me.
And while some of this behaviour may seem a little over the top, a little intense or strange or Hell, even bordering on psychotic?
It doesn’t matter one bit.
Because I’ll be sitting with my ass firmly implanted in the couch, a tub of Haagen Daazs in one hand, remote control in the other, and I won’t have a care in the world.
October 4th, 2007 at 11:00 pm
I love Thursdays because of TV, too. Survivor and then Grey’s Anatomy for me!