It’s finally Friday, I’m free again. I got my motor running for a wild weekend.

Coffee in hand, sparkle in my eye, smile on my face yep, it’s Friday.

A wild and crazy weekend involves sitting on the front porch, smoking a cigar, reading a book.

Only Robinson Crusoe had everything done by Friday.

Feed your soul and mind with positivity for it will bear fruit to your life

You know what I want to do? Wake up one weekend and not have to go anywhere and do nothing.

Dear Monday, I want to break up. I’m seeing Tuesday and dreaming about Friday. Sincerely, It’s not me, It’s you.

The pleasure which we most rarely experience gives us greatest delight.

Let’s sit on a rooftop at 2am and talk about life.

Friday. The golden child of the weekdays. The superhero of the workweek. The welcome wagon to the weekend.

It’s always difficult to keep Fridays confined within themselves. They tend to spill over.

Unless there is a Good Friday in your life, there can be no Easter Sunday.

Happy people plan actions, they don’t plan results.

Life is 10 percent what happens to you and 90 percent how you respond to it.

I’m a very ritualistic, routine-oriented person, and I discovered over the years that I love working Monday through Friday.

Friday can be a hard day especially if you have not followed through on your commitments.

I haven’t been so excited about Friday since last Friday.

Employers are at their happiest on Mondays. Employees are at their happiest on Fridays.

Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go.