All friends are a blessing, but Monday friends are especially worth celebrating. Monday friends join you for dinner at the last minute without the slightest concern for:
- the cleanliness of your home
- what's on the menu
- what you're wearing
- whether the parties involved have showered within the last 24-hours
Monday friends forgive you when your big galoot of a dog knocks down their toddler. Monday friends don't blink when you reuse your dessert plate for their son's brownie. Monday friends don't need their Acme fried chicken served from a platter, being perfectly okay with it coming from the bag.
With Monday friends there's no pretense, no need to impress, no awkward moments. Thanking God tonight for the gift of Monday friends!
4 comments:
Monday friends appreciate the invitation.
So much for the idea that rainy days and Mondays always get you down.
Also Monday friends don't mind getting the butter out of the snow.
Jamie, how could I forget about the stuff in the snow!
Yes yes yes! I've found that Sunday friends are much the same. They don't mind short-notice invites or leftover lasagna or waiting forever for me to figure out how to reheat food in a metal pan (what? I can't microwave it?) or loud 7-year-olds, hormonal tweens, or even parental venting about 6th grade homework!
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