When waking up at 8 a.m.* and getting yourself dressed (in plaid, flannel pajama pants and a Dan Patch Lanes t-shirt), you chant to yourself over and over “it’s Monday, it’s Monday, at least I think it’s Monday”).
*of course the unemployed are only up at that time in the morning because they were supposed to babysit the Tibbles but it was canceled due to inclement weather. Mother Nature hates Minnesota and wants us all to suffer under a 7-inch blanket of snow.
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Bill-paying super powers aside, that’s the only perk of having a job. Other than that, I would love nothing more than to drop out of the rat race for a couple months.
I was actually wondering why in the world you were responding to email at eight in the morning. I hope you went back to bed…