Monday: Decidedly Worse than Sunday
This was originally titled Monday: Please Choke on a Dick, but I figured that would only yield terrible (or AMAZING) search results for all of you. My husband, when I’m sad or sullen, calls me Sunday Shawn. This derives from anticipating Monday. It starts usually about 3pm on Sunday. It is not necessarily always the case – yesterday was a good Sunday. So, Monday, I … Continue reading Monday: Decidedly Worse than Sunday
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