Monday, May 10, 2010

Monday Monday

That classic song by the Mamas and the Papas says it all. If only the word 'sucks' could have made it into the song. I guess us 9-5ers are naturally programmed to hate Mondays because they bring a close to our glorious weekends.

Though Sundays are officially considered recovery from Party Hearty Fridays and Saucy Late Night Saturdays. I must admit there is no allure to hauling a size 12 butt out of bed at 7am on a Monday morning, throwing that same lusciously plump body into the shower and then attempting to charge around the house for a good 15 minutes gathering the tools needed for the work day. Drive a traffic logged 8-10 miles to work with the other tuna shoved in cans, and then proceed to spend 8 wonderful hours increasing the spread of carpal tunnel of the wrists responding to emails and a variety of other challenging, enjoyable tasks.

I know it sounds wonderful, hence the announcement:

Hear Ye! Hear Ye! From now forth Mondays will hereby be referred to as Wish I Could Stay In Bed Days.
No, scratch that!
If The World Ended I Would Not Care Days.
Nevermind that one either!
I'm stumped, but open for suggestions.

Post your suggestion for the new name of Mondays to the comments.

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