Sing it with me...
Every other day every other day
Every other day of the week is fine yeah
But whenever Monday comes but whenever Monday comes
A you can find me cryin' all of the time
Monday Monday can't trust that day
Monday Monday it just turns out that way
Oh Monday Monday won't go away
Monday Monday it's here to stay
Man, this song is so right on the money.
Oh, how I hate Mondays.
Getting in the car this morning, dropped my energy soda and punctured a tiny hole right in the side spraying about 2 ounces directly on my legs and feet.
Carefully carried the rest of the can to work, I knew I would need that crazy ginseng more now that the day started in this fashion.
First, let me say...THANKS!
Super duper thanks to everyone who comments on my blog, really it is your comments that keep me laughing and thinking.
The headless teacher comments had me going for days!
Didn't even think about people putting their own heads on the teacher body, that is even funnier or better yet...A pumpkin head for halloween.....HY-sterical!
And Donna, you totally rock for standing up and proclaiming your love for the headless...Way to stand up and be heard, love that!
I honestly thought that there was something that I just didn't "get" about it.
Like when someone tells a joke and everyone is laughing and you're laughing too just to fit in, but you haven't a clue what was so funny...that's how I felt.
Glad to see some other people just don't get it either.
If there is one thing about me you should know, I always speak my mind, sometimes to a fault really and before I posted about the teacher I had second thoughts.
I was afraid there could be repercussions for making such a bold statement from the stamping world.
Got a couple emails after the post about the creepy headless teacher.
Thought for sure it was the stamping mafia coming for me and my big mouth.
Thank god it wasn't.
Just more people in agreement, some who didn't post it in the comments on the blog.
I suspect they are afraid of the stamping mafia as well.
My wine party was a total hit.
Eleven bottles of wine later...pictures are gone.
Don't know what I or someone else did, but they are gone.
Had so much fun it didn't matter, laughed and ate and drank, good times.
And it was officially my first grown up party, no kegs or Cheetos.
I made these Chicken Kabobs and now the kid is convinced everything should be wrapped in bacon to make it taste better.
After the party Friday night, we did absolutely NOTHING the rest of the weekend.
Didn't leave the house at all!
Didn't touch the computer (at least I didn't).
Watched movies (finished Weeds season 3...OMG!!)
I can't remember the last time I did that.
A weekend with no where to be or no errands that had to get done...it was so wonderful, words cannot describe the thrill it was to just put life on pause for a couple days.
The kid wasn't too happy about having nothing to do, but he entertained himself and was actually pretty happy I wasn't rushing around and making him go to stores or dress up.
If you haven't had a "pause day" in a while, think about fitting one in, I can't explain how it really gave my batteries a re-charge.
Make it happen, you'll be glad you did.
Monday, August 13
Sing it with me...