Ways I can tell it’s Monday:
1) The feeling of impending doom.
2) I don’t just kind of hate the idea of going to work. I really, really hate it.
3) For some reason, the electricity went off about 30 seconds after I woke up and I had to get dressed in the dark.
Monday, Monday, go away
Come again another day.
Or never. That would be good too.
Have a good day everyone! (that was sarcasm, in it’s purest form, right there)
**Update…..And, I’m home! The conference call I dread every other Monday was relatively painless and also short.
Y’all will be happy to know that I managed to avoid injury this weekend, so I’m canceling that restraining order I have against myself for the time being.
However, Pookie may have caught my bad luck as he seems to have a kindey stone doing it’s level best to kick his ass.