As Christmas approaches and the weather turns cold, damp, and potentially frozen, there are times that you just need to release some steam.  The first fricken friday emerged from a morning of frustration.  Things not working, stuff I couldn’t find, time getting away from me.  Still trying to keep my curse filters mostly in place I resorted to “if I could just get this fricken done..”, “Where is the fricken thing?”, “why’d that fricken happen?”. Of course I was unaware of the frequency of my curses, but my children weren’t (they get more by me than I get by them).  The day devolved into lots of fricken curses that became ridiculous.  It was decided it should become an annual event and was marked on the calendar, the first friday of December.  Maybe Fricken Friday is fricken cursed to begin with frustration, as I spent a chunk of my morning time shouting, grumbling, grr-ing, and cursing at my fricken computer.  The tradition will continue.