Switched to Overload

Oh Monday. You try so hard to kick my butt. You come in screaming with your grounds-in-the-coffee and your ewwww-that-grapefruit-is-squishy and your WHERE ARE MY $#@!&$# KEYS and you almost do it…you almost get me. I come THIS close to just lying down in the cold dark street and begging you to just get it over with, quickly, please.

But you know I have a secret weapon. You know I always win. BACK OFF, MONDAY.

We are mighty.

3 comments

admin - yuck. That’s worse than all the freaky italics mysteriously showing up on this blog. Hang in there!

JH - Like you read my mind. Back from Vegas, ready to put the pedal to the medal. Dishwasher – dead. Fridge – dying (3rd time). Trusty iMac — where is your chime? No chime. No nothin’. Only saving grace — 8 days left on warranty. Good riddance, Monday. You stink. xoxo PS – love the C pics!

JH - Like you read my mind. Back from Vegas, ready to put the pedal to the medal. Dishwasher – dead. Fridge – dying (3rd time). Trusty iMac — where is your chime? No chime. No nothin’. Only saving grace — 8 days left on warranty. Good riddance, Monday. You stink. xoxo

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