Friday, August 17, 2007

Twist the old week good-bye

I'm puttin' on my capri pants and twistin' on outta here. This was one of those work-weeks that seemed to last 14 days, and I'm not a bit sorry to see the back end of it.

But it's finally over. I can leave behind the meeting-freaks, the over-schedulers, and the "fix-this-please"-ers. (Most of those types are actually, um, me.)

Enjoy the weekend, one and all. Raise your glass and do the Peppermint Twist, or whatever end-of-week tribal dance works best for you!

Let me tell ya' 'bout a place,
Somewhere up-a New York way,
Where the people are so gay (yeah, baby!),
Twistin' the night away.


P.S. - I wonder if the two folks on the album cover are still alive. Or have they gone to the big Twist Party in the sky?

5 comments:

jomoore said...

Happy weekend, Mary!

Come on, baby
Twist and shout!

MaryB said...

Same to you, chica! (So, do you have special plans to show off those jungle-red nail?)

Kay Dennison said...

Have a great weekend!!

jomoore said...

Not likely! I have new matching strappy shoes, but it's rained ever since I painted my nails, so I still haven't had the chance to wear them!

However, they did elicit a comment on the golf course the other day - so my efforts weren't in vain... :o)

Winston said...

Hmmm... I wonder if The Twist (et al) is why so many of us have back and hip problems now...

Enjoy the weekend. Still 100+ and still no rain in Music City. Getting serious. Getting expensive too, having to bathe in Aquafina.