Friday has finally arrived. If you are like me it is a welcome sight for sore everything. Even though I don’t have a traditional workweek, I still like to kick back and celebrate its close. In fact, someone asked me my idea of a good Friday. I said, “A good Friday is where I write my ass off, reward myself with a Margarita and then try to explain to my wife what I had done all day.” I wrote a little Haiku to honor that Margarita and the Friday celebration. Hope you enjoy and have a great weekend.
Margarita and Friday Haiku by John W. Howell ©2013
My Margarita,
Celebrate one for Friday. . .
Two; hurts tomorrow.
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I agree, even though I am retired, Friday is still special and I celebrate it…TGIF still rings true!
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Thank you. It is the little celebrations that make it worthwhile.:-)
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This has definitely been a margarita week.
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I think you should kick back and have one. (beats feelings doctor every time at a fraction of the cost)
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Lack the equipment to make them. Tried one of those canned margaritas (I think Budweiser) and regretted the decision. Got a case of Red’s strawberry ale though.
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My kind of Friday. I may have two. 🙂
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For me. two makes for a bad Saturday. Of course, my one is served up in a pint mason jar. Thanks for the visit.
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Well, one it is then. 🙂
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My favorite drink from Fiction Favorites! That is not fiction BTW 🙂
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We are soul mates then. 🙂
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I have felt it even bore the drink. Us boat people have to stick together. To margaritaville! Cheers 🙂
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Good advice, John. A well-earned libation on a Friday afternoon is the reward owing to all who work hard during the week. Whereas Margarita Mondays are a sure recipe for week-long drunkenness. Cheers!
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Gotta know the limits
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I’m glad I’m not the only one trying to explain that I’m not wasting my time 🙂
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I enjoyed your post today since the advice seemed to hit the mark. We need to stop explaining and get on with the show.
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I’m partial to a nice dry martini myself, but the same sentiments apply… 😉
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I used to do Tanqueray on the rocks but since moving to Texas the weather is more conducive to the local cactus squeezens. Still love gin though.
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Well a co-worker gave me a bottle of red wine for taking over his on-call duties, but I suppose it’ll do.
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Boy Nice guy. Whenever I filled in for someone all I got was the emergency created by guy I was filling in for.
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Margarita? Not for me. But fridays deserve to be celebrated. 🙂
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Okay then I will drink yours.
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Have one for me, John.
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I did.
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Okay, sue me for being predictable with the vid. But hey man, I figure if tomorrow is gonna be predictable as far as the hurting goes, then a little shake of salve is only fair.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ohac8ufjFM8
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Love this. The first time I heard the song I was driving between a couple of cities up North. I laughed at the tattoo part. (not really understanding the siren call of the cactus juice). After moving to Texas I used this song as a warning of the possibilities of going too far. Thanks for the reminder.
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I’ll take a margarita any day of the week. Well, preference for the dirty gin martinis (which I’ve learned I do prefer “dry” whatever that means), but a margarita will do nicely. Hope you enjoyed yours 😉
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I did. Dry is less Vermouth.
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Some people claim that there’s an Ionia to blame but I know…it’s your own damn fault.
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Been here all season Ionia’s the reason 🍷
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Nothing to show but this British tattoo…its a real cutie…right there on your booty
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Sitten’ on my porch swing strumming my six string smell them shrimp there beginning to Ionia.
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Wasting away again in wordpressland searching for my lost sanity…
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There’s booze in the blender and soon it will render that frozen concoction that will help Ionia hang on.
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I was going to respond but then I stepped on a pop top and what the hell is a flip-flop?
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A rubber shoe that is sometimes called thong.(for the foot since the thongy part goes between the big toe and others. So you stepped on a pop top, blew out your flip flop?
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Indeed. I thought thongs went between two…..
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yes that too
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