Mondays are like the guy who says “You must have a bad case of the Mondays.”
Mondays are like getting pulled over when you are already running late.
Mondays are like standing in line behind the person who orders the last croissant in the bakery when all you stopped in for was a croissant.
Mondays are like spending hours getting ready for a date and then getting stood-up.
Mondays are like the girls who say “You are so brave to not care at all about how you look.”
Mondays are like writing the best blog post ever and getting 1 visit.
Mondays are like getting pink eye.
Mondays are like spilling red wine on your white dress.
Mondays are like paper-cuts.
Mondays are like bad haircuts.
Mondays are like being sent flowers you are allergic to.
Mondays are like burning your fingers making something you didn’t want to eat anyway.
Mondays are like getting a flat tire in the middle of a storm.
Mondays are like the guy who says “I bet you used to be really pretty.”
Mondays are like the people who say things like “Fruit of my loins.”
Mondays are are like doing a swan dive into a kiddie pool.
Mondays are like unwanted guests.
Mondays are like being sick but not quite sick enough to stay home.
Mondays are like repeated humiliations.
Seriously, Mondays are jerks.
What are your Mondays like?

