Not so far. My kids get Fun Friday at school all the time. I don't know what that means, but I haven't had a fun effing Friday in a veddy veddy long time. The best I can hope for is foreign accent Friday, which is when I talk all day with an accent I don't have. It's kinda fun for me, but the animals don't seem to be impressed so again, not really that fun.
I do have a Fun Friday topic, though. When Jay & I were at Sam's Club, I grabbed a soda cup by the register, and a bunch more fell on the floor. I picked them up like a good citizen and put them back. Jay gave me a look like he just caught me picking my nose (he didn't and I wasn't). He said it was gross because they'd already been on the floor. I guess so, but doesn't that mean they're damaged? I'm all for being responsible, but I'm not gonna pay for 5 styrofoam cups that fell on the floor when it wasn't my fault.
On the other hand, I told Jay I have a problem getting my fountain drink at Superamerica because the straws are in plastic wrappers that you have to bite off to open, and I have no idea who already had their gross paws on the wrappers, or what fell on them, or where they've been before they were made available for purchase. (Funny how I understand the grossness of fountain sodas at Superamerica, but not at Sam's Club.) He told me it's not unsanitary if you don't stick the disgusting straw wrappers in your mouth in the first place and that I should do that banging thing on the counter so it smushes down.
First of all, that never works for me (just like a milk carton will never open for me, either, and I was always the kid in the cafeteria with the mangled carton opened on all sides like a rabid raccoon got a hold of it). Second, this same germaphobe turns pages of paper with the thumb lick. Now THAT is gross because you don't know where those papers have been, and the person who gets the paper AFTER you now has your spit all over it. How is that any different than having your mom thumb lick your face when you were a kid?
I don't really have a point here except to point out that if I'm gross and germy, so is he. I guess we can call it Fun 'Cause It's Petty Friday, and that actually does sound fun.