My coffee pot died a few months ago. We had a funeral and everything. It was very sad. I loved that coffee pot like it was my own child. To add insult to injury, I haven’t had the chance lately to visit the store in search of a few staples (half & half, sugar, a new coffee pot, blah blah blah) AND there was no time this morning to hit the McDonald’s for a fresh (semi-fresh?) cup of joe. It’s the one thing I miss about the very early way too early schedule during the school year. I could swing by the local golden arches and get my coffee before starting work. But not today. So, everything in my coffee this morning, including the sweetener, comes from a tin. Blech.
At least the cup is cool.
It’s Friday, people. We made it! Enjoy! It got here just in time, too…no assault charges, no bail money needed, no blood to clean out of my sneakers. Friday is a superhero — came swooping in to save the day at just the right moment.
I wanted to reward myself after a long week and then I realized — it’s only Monday. And how was YOUR day?
I won’t beat around the bush — I hate Mondays. I think we should all just rise up and simply refuse to acknowledge the day. But until that time comes to pass, I have only two stages of what I call “dealing with Monday.” My soulmate, Mr. Bean, understands that very well and shares my ummm…concerns, yes, concerns, over the day.
Stage One is disbelief verging on anger — which is where I am currently.
Stage Two is acceptance which will hit me tomorrow morning as I slide into work.
So, yeah. Mondays. They suck.
I apologize for the rash of cat photos in the last two days, but hey, even Shaylee hates Mondays.
What!? It’s Monday already??
Get thee behind me Monday — I’m going back to bed!