Monday, September 26, 2011

Rainy Days and Mondays

I'm truly odd.

In a world full of Monday haters, I'm pretty lonely.  I LOVE Mondays. 


I know, it sounds weird, right?  I mean, seriously, most people are all fluttery about how great Friday is.  I hate Fridays. 
I wake up on Fridays and feel like I have a case of the "Fridays".


There's a simple logic for this.

Fridays are my errand days. 
I generally wake up at the butt-crack of dawn on Fridays, grouchily get two monkeys out of bed and dressed- in clean clothes.  Somewhere in there I have to feed them- they never want what I want- and load them in the minivan.  I end up having to drive into town and finding errands to run until the bank opens at ten.  Then I drive around with more errands.  Somewhere in there I start hearing hungry growls from the backseat.

Long story short, I might see my house three or four times during the day, but I don't get to go "home" until 9 or 10 at night.

Monday, on the other hand, is my day where I actually feel accomplished.  I keep a running tab of phone calls to make and chores to do and Monday is my buckle down day.  I get it all done and am so cheerful... until Friday rolls around.

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