Growing up with French and learning English later on, you get to miss out on a lot of common expressions. TGIF is one of them for me. It took me years to understand that the acronym stands for "Thank God It's Friday". That, and lyrics from songs that were popular back then only now make sense (any FFL -- French as a First Language -- out there will nod in agreement with Bon Jovi's "Shapoonahah", such an important part of my generation's culture).
TGIF is appropriate today because, gosh darn it, TGIF. Working for five days is a row is so much effort, isn't it? I need to change my life focus and find a way to get into the high levels of government so as to change the official work week to four days. No more Mondays. Well, no more working on Mondays; Mondays shall now and forever be a day of rest from your weekend. Anybody knows where the secret governments holds their weekly meetings?
Growing up with French has this side effect too: I write this blog in both languages. You can switch to the other language using the drop-down box on the right. It's right there, between the categories and the links. A little lower... no, you passed it. There, that's it. It's only two languages now but hey! that could change, right? I would have added Japanese to the list, but that would have only one entry. Title: "Kole wa nan desu ka?"; body: "Boshi". That's all I remember: "What is this?" and "hat". Don't ask.
Speaking of writing in other languages, check out today's post from Véronique (whom I often, lovingly, refer to as "the wife"). She is thoroughly enjoying her vacation, as you can tell from the amount of exclamation points, and generally making me jealous that I'm alone in my house playing video games and watching movies all day and night. I'm such a geek.
TGIF, but Friday is still a work day. I say we eliminate Mondays because, admit it, who really works on Fridays anyway? No work on Mondays, lots of slacking off on Fridays, that makes for three day weeks. I can live with that. Oh! and with the same pay, of course. Friday is why we have instant messaging systems: it's about time I told Mr. Electrifying how much he really sucks (because we all know he sucks more than I).
Peace.
