Dear Monday,

You are too long.
You are mentally ill, Monday. Psycho.
Something about you is like that island on Lost… time is messed up, in slow motion, weird black smoke and polar bears coming out of nowhere.
At least that is how it feels.
Next Monday, we’re calling it Friday, even if it’s Monday.
So there. No more Mondays for me, cuz something about them is just plain wrong.
Warmly,
Shannon

This entry was written by Shannon Montez, posted on April 16, 2007 at 9:19 pm, filed under old blog. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post. Trackbacks are closed, but you can post a comment.

4 Comments

  1. Brenda said . . .

    Amen sista’.

    Posted April 16, 2007 at 10:02 pm | Permalink
  2. kristen said . . .

    I’m gonna take a stab here and guess you don’t care too much for Mondays either? Only a work-a-holic would have the week start off with a Monday. They should all start and end with Friday. Though I love Thursdays, there is something so endearing about Thursdays, they are like a slice of warm homemade bread smoothered in butter and honey welcoming you into the weekend.

    Posted April 16, 2007 at 10:08 pm | Permalink
  3. Hilary said . . .

    Alright, I just would have to add that when your husband takes your kids up to his parents house, and you are free to spend the day perusing the scrapbook stores that Utah Valley has to offer….
    well, Monday just ain’t so bad. :)

    Posted April 17, 2007 at 7:19 am | Permalink
  4. Joanna said . . .

    Dear Shannon,
    It’s Tuesday.
    Love,
    your blog

    Posted April 17, 2007 at 7:15 pm | Permalink

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