When we were in elementary school we carpooled with a family who lived close by. To protect their identity we'll call them the Johnschmons. We attended a private school that was 30 minutes away (go roadrunners) and the rides could be a little trying with the oldest, most challenging Johnschmon daughter (two years my junior).
We'll call her Schmelizabeth Johnschmon. To encourage good behavior to and from school, my mom implemented FryDay Fridays. If we had good FryDay behavior all week she would take us to get french fries on our way home from school! It was an all or nothing deal, however, so EVERYONE had to have good FryDay behavior or NO ONE got french fries.
Below is just an EXAMPLE of good FryDay behavior from two random adorable children I found randomly on the internet. Notice the hands folded neatly in their laps and shiny smiles on their faces. You just KNOW their chores are done. Matching outfits also help........
Needless to say, Schmelizabeth often had rude-non-FryDay-behavior (i.e. being late for the after school pick up because she was tormenting kindergarten students, smacking her bbq corn nuts so loudly in the car I thought my head would explode, kicking the seat in front of her, making my mom chase her around the entire playground at a full sprint (and my mom is a FAST runner)) and FryDay was lost.
But the FryDay Fridays we were allowed to have warm salty frys were always delightful.
So, my hardworking friends, I encourage you to treat yourselves to something DELICIOUS for a job well done this week. Be it fries, ice cream, wine or a chilly martini (I think I'll choose the latter).
I think I might wear that outfit too. If only I had a huge atomizer.
hmmmm.......P.S. For those of you who aren't aware, I am a full blown cyber stalker. I found Schmelizabeth Johnschmon on myspace a year or two ago (she came from a lovely upper middle class cultured family, mind you) and she is a full fledged-shit kicking-bud light drinking-confederate flag flying (don't get me started)- tobacco chewing-cowboy up sticker sporting-minority hating-boot wearing-truck driving HICK. Riddle me this....How do you grow up in LONG BEACH, CA (the most culturally diverse city IN THE UNITED STATES according to a 2000 USA today report) and evolve into someone like that?