I woke up today weary. I was glad that it was Friday, although I admit I would have been even happier had it been Saturday. Here's the deal, I like my job, I like my boss but this working full time while trying to keep a home together and a family organized is exhausting. And some weeks I wear it better than others. I can't think of the last time I wasn't grateful for Friday finally coming around. By Friday morning I am dragging, by Friday afternoon I sometimes feel concerned for my safety and others as I drive home. ;) Just kidding...maybe. Fridays nights I am the very definition of a couch potato. I can't move, my brain has shut down, I don't even have the energy to...read! *GASP* So to say I am grateful for Fridays, and perhaps more specifically Friday nights, is an understatement. So as I am grateful for Mondays, I am also just as grateful for Fridays.
There are two probable origins for this idiom and I think both are equally plausible. The first one is that when you spread butter on bread you are buttering it up like one would do when trying to flatter someone. The second is in ancient India there was a practice of throwing balls of butter at statues to ask for favor, i.e. buttering them up. ( source ) When we use the phrase today we generally mean that extreme flattery is used to gain information or favor. It's not always necessarily a compliment.
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