It felt like you'd left your socks at the kitchen table and couldn't find the other pair.
and as you walked out the door, you stubbed your toe.
and the car wouldn't start the way you thought it would.
and then the storm. the rain. the traffic jams.
hello monday. we don't really like each other.
but you're here for a purpose. you make us appreciate the other days, and its passing so much more.
and how we all love to make love on you, Friday.
1 comment:
oh. so true.
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