Letters from Lendy - Monday

Dear Monday,

Let's skip the pleasantries shall we? My granma (God rest her soul) would roll over in her grave if she knew I wasn't going to ask you how things were going, but quite frankly I'm not asking because I don't care to know.  You have little (if any) regard for trying my patience at every opportunity, why play nice now? You intentionally dialed up cold nasty weather to start this week.  Apparently you've been terrorizing other people too because most people I talked with today were ill as old bell hornets or being as spiteful as possible.  It's Saturday and Sunday's fault you say? Your sexy sister Saturday and sweet sister Sunday who are always fun to be with and willingly spend time with my family and friends? Those same sisters that love to nap, watch movies, run, swim, bike, shop, drive... and all other things that are glorious? I don't even really mind working some with Saturday and Sunday.  They don't care if I work in my yoga pants or at the coffee hut down the street (in my yoga pants).  Monday, between you and I old compadre, you need to loosen up.  Go workout, have a drink, knit a sweater, something.  You don't have to be as cool as your sisters, but right now your only saving grace is that I get to have some sweet fellowship early on your watch and for that I'm grateful.  When that goes away I'm not sure what we're going to do.  Do NOT suggest margarita Monday.  However tempting after your stunts today; it ain't gonna happen.    

I'm watching you.

Lendy

P.S. Please call up your BFF Mother Nature and see if she's over her toxic relationship with Winter yet.  Seems like she's getting there but she just needs to go ahead and kick old son to the curb.