Monday Called me a Whore
Monday: “HI SARAH!!!”
Sarah: “Ugg, really, you again?”
Monday: “YES! Hop out of bed. Go to work. Get your Monday on. Let’s go!!!”
Sarah: “Seriously, why must you be so in my face? Tuesday is a much nicer day. You’re just impossible to deal with, and frankly, a bit of a motherfucker.”
Monday: “Sarah, that’s not nice. What did I ever do to you?”
Sarah: “Well, for starters, you have a way of ruining my time with Sunday, and Sunday and I are tight. We’re like the BFFs of the week.”
Monday: “Maybe I’m in your face because I’m jealous of your relationship with Sunday, and Saturday too, for that matter. In fact you are so much nicer to every other day.”
Sarah: “IT’S BECAUSE I HATE YOU! Now get out of here and let me pretend I’m in bed with Sunday.”
Monday: “Whore.”
Sarah: “Asshole.”
Monday: “Slut.”
Sarah: “ENOUGH! I’m getting up, but I still hate you.”
Comments
I love it.
I feel that way about Tuesday afternoon, when begins the first of two 8-hour work shifts within 18 hours. Booo.
OMG, I have the same relationship with Monday. What is WITH her???
sounds like my conversation with winter…
Dude, Monday called me a home wrecker. Bitch.
You couldn’t have put it better. Hate Mondays with the heat of a thousand suns