Yes, another week and I have flown. But there is always next week.
And on Sunday you have to spread your wings and fly, just like the week did.
I’m off to a new week. April has flown, so where are the May flowers?
Au Revoir Adios, Ciao, See Ya, Arrivaderci, Auf Wiedersehen. Hey, the week deserved a proper farewell.
Monday is this way. Follow me. And be thankful you’ve survived another week.
The week has flown, and so shall it. Until we meet again, adieu mon ami.
.Hey week, Hasta la vista, baby
“Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week.” Longfellow was right. See you next week.
IT’S CRANE WEEK (No not Frasier or Niles)
There’s nothing like a great Sunday buffet to end the week
IT’S CATTLE EGRET WEEK
And the week is gone, so we’re out of here.