Ever notice that Mondays suck beyond the telling of it? I mean, they write songs about it. There's Manic Monday, and Rainy Days and Mondays and Come Monday - wait, that's about looking forward to Monday. Jimmy Bufett must have had one too many of those margaritas to be looking FORWARD to Mondays.
I spend most of my Sunday dreading Monday. Sad, huh? There's a line from Kate and Leopold where Meg Ryan's character says how Sundays are tainted, because Mondays come next. I just wish that I could enjoy the day and not let anything taint it. A job where I was respected might help. Someone to snuggle with on Sundays might make me forget.
This week, the Benedryl helped. A mosquito got into my car Saturday night. I saw him too late, when I was already on the highway. By the time I could pull off, the blood sucker had nipped me FOUR darn times! I killed him, it wasn't hard, being that he had gorged himself on the Carmen buffet and could barely fly with its full tummy. I want to know what it is about my blood that draws mosquitos from three counties to my door. Just sweet, I guess. ;)
See, it's not only Monday. It's an ITCHY Monday. Is it Friday yet? When will THEN be NOW?
UPDATE: Monday just got a bit better, because Melli reminded me that it's CASTING CALL time over at Wendy's. Melli beat me last month, so I'm really going to have to bring out the talent this time.