WHY does it have to be Monday.
The question that continually interferes with second rounds, creates ridiculous curfews, and depresses the fun of the previous 2-and -a-1/2 evenings and 2 afternoons.
In rebellion against Monday (or any day that attempts to portray itself as such) I’m instilling a blog routine to lift the fog of residual vodka and deprivation of sleep. AND, starting with this…
