Monday
started with a bang - my phone ringing off the hook, emails whizzing back and
forth, deadlines looming. I distinguished myself early in the day by telling a
seventy-five year old partner with epic nose hair that he was "on my to-do
list."
"Oh, really?" he asked, smirking.
GAG.
Mondays are tough when you've just spent the weekend picking zinneas, grilling hotdogs, and playing with doggies on the beach. Or when you come home and your very nice BF has presented you with THE BEST STAMP SET EVER and you hadn't even asked him for one. Or when, by some rare alignment of the planets, you happened to catch Top Gun on TV before a really good episode of Mad Men. IT JUST DOES NOT GET BETTER THAN THIS, BLOG PEOPLES. I know you know.
I'm holding on to that lovin' feeling today, no matter how many shitstorms cross my desk.
(Snaps from this weekend. They seem to look nicer when you click them.)
