May 11, 2015

I think Garfield was on to something when he hid under his blanket on Monday mornings.

Other than the stripes and the fact that my ass end is more like a large lump instead of a long thin tale, I am growing up to be that orange feline that loves to eat and sleep.

Tragically, if there weren’t Monday mornings, I would most likely hate Tuesday mornings. then Wednesday….etc.

If you live in a house with teen siblings, then you most likely can appreciate the squabbling in the mornings which just taunts me back under the covers like that turtle that recesses into its shell so fast that it flips and spins frantically out of control.

Then off to the office where the Monday morning cheer has spread throughout the land…bringing more facial expressions in 5 minutes than a whole day of sitcom cue cards.

By the days end, I saunter home realizing moments before I pull into the driveway that there are slim pickins for dinner.

It’s a good thing my practically perfect children are elated by the extra special treat of ‘butter noodles’ and frozen vegetables for dinner!

The smile that you see above is that I survived yet another Monday and I don’t have to do it again until next week…

 

“He had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom.” ~P.G. Wodehouse