And how is this fine Monday treating everyone? Oh, me? I’m great. Great great great great great great. Why do you ask?
Monday
State of Mind
This has to be the Monday-est Monday that ever Monday-ed. I’m trying to stay positive. By that I mean, I’m trying really, really, really, really hard not to stab anyone. Wish me luck, people.
Sunday, Funday
It’s all fun and games until you remember that tomorrow is Monday.
Action Plan
More of an “inaction plan,” really. Unfortunately, like all unwanted visitors, Monday always comes around just the same.
The Cutest Messenger
That little face though! I can’t even be upset at the news he’s telling.
Melancholy Baby
It’s not so much that the day is wasted that makes me sad, but rather, the fact that Sunday evening inevitably turns into Monday morning.
Monday … Mournday
I think no matter how much you love your job, Mondays are bittersweet, if not downright traumatic. Unless, of course, you’re the Director of Cat Cuddles at the local cat sanctuary… then Mondays would be a joy. Alas, such a job opening has been quite elusive, and trust me, I’ve searched the want ads until my vision is blurry. In the meantime, Mondays will remain coffee fueled.
