Have yourself a good weekend?
I hope you did. Here’s hoping that you survived another wild and wooly weekend of delirious hedonistic pleasure and sinfully delicious food that would make a vegan pass out in a faint. And if your own weekend fell short of that American ideal then why not?! Ok, don’t answer that ya crank.
Well far be it from me to be the bearer of bad news but today is officially Monday if you haven’t already heard. And that means another dadgum week is being forced upon us without our consent. I’ve had about enough of these weekly Monday shenanigans and I say enough is enough because I’ve lived through my fair share of them. So how many would that be anyway? By my reckoning that will come out to approximately 2,520 Mondays, give or take a couple, that I have endured in my pathetic lifetime. Man, that’s a depressing amount of Monday experience on anyone’s resume. I think I’ll avoid bringing that up on my next job interview or in casual conversation.
Oh well, since it is Monday (again!) may it be a blast. Or at least a semi-tolerable experience as you muddle through that killer hangover cursing you every second right now while you fondly recall all the barely legal and stomach-churning fun you know you shouldn’t have partaken in but did anyway you party animal you. I’m right there with ya my kindred cousin. Minus the hangover of course because my own weekend was deadly dull while I slaved away in my art studio and fantasized about all the barely legal and stomach churning stuff I could have been doing if I wasn’t already a middle-aged weenie.
