I was texting with one of my besties the other night. She
moved very far away and that makes me sad. So now we text like crazy people, but
it’s still not the same.
I miss her terribly.
She announced to me that this Monday was ‘her Monday’.
‘Monday’ as in her day to start working out, stop drinking
wine and get healthy.
I know....I felt confused too.
Mondays are like a News Years Resolution with no monthly calendar
restrictions. The empty promise that just keeps on giving chances week after week.
Why Monday and only Monday?
Clearly, it’s not good to start anything new on a Wednesday.
Wednesday is the middle day and starting fresh in the middle of anything would
be weird. You don't want to set yourself up for failure. Obviously.
And it wouldn’t be fair to not have a glass of wine on Friday if you
had one on Thursday. After all Thursday are ALMOST the weekend and Friday IS the weekend. And if you don’t have a glass on Saturday, then Saturday
gets jealous of Friday. Encouraging jealousy would be bad and irresponsible.
And Sunday, well Sunday is a day of rest, so you really
shouldn’t start to workout or really do anything that’s hard on a Sunday
because that would be disrespectful.
Tuesday is out because you would feel so bad
about screwing up your Monday that you would need a glass of wine to feel better.
Makes perfect sense doesn’t it?
So Monday is clearly the logical day to start something new.
Sadly, if you miss one Monday, you have to wait until next Monday.
It’s the rules.
Hey,
I don’t make the rules…I just follow them. I support rules and I support my
friend.
I’ve missed a lot of Mondays over this past year. Damn
Mondays.
We all know Google hates me. Clearly Auto Correct hates me
as well. I'm mad at auto-correct for making it look like I think cancer is cute and funny. IT IS NOT!
I’ve also come to the conclusion that Siri exists to make my life
miserable. Just like a hormonal 13-year-old girl.
SIRI corrects me when I am wrong. Pretends she can’t hear me
or understand me when I KNOW in fact she can.
She thinks she knows everything and when she doesn’t know the answer,
she won’t ever admit it, instead tries to argue her way in a half-ass attempt to
convince me she knows the answer, taking credit for something she has nothing to do with. She has no patience, never makes mistakes and
hides behind the facade of trying to help when in fact she has her own agenda.
She becomes ignorant when she doesn’t get her own way and she tells me what to
do.
And her jokes are not funny.
Screw you Siri, I have enough sass in my life without you!! I
live with two 13-year-old girls and that’s more than enough attitude to drive a Nun to prostitution. You do not make my life easier. You are yet just another reason on my
long list of excuses for red wine.
Also, you sabotage my Mondays.
Don’t even get me started on the bossy little man that lives
inside the dashboard of my car and yells out driving direction to me in the
middle of rush hour.
He makes me cry when I make a wrong turn.
Xo J
Siri is probably in league with the little man in your dashboard. And the winemakers of the world, whom you turn to when the pressure gets too great...
ReplyDeleteHang in there, beautiful! Friday is waiting...
I think Siri and dashboard man are dating. And they hate me:)
DeleteI'm pretty sure winemakers love me.
J
I wonder how many babies will be named Siri? And how many will want to change their names . . . oh . . . as soon as they figure out their name means "know it all"...
ReplyDeleteDid you see the news about the baby that was named 'hashtag'? I'm thinking that may need some reconsideration in a few years. And a therapy fund.
DeleteJ
And really, if you think about it...there's only one Monday a month that makes sense to start any sort of new routine...the 1st Monday of the month ;) And I'm pretty sure that Monday doesn't apply during holiday season (Nov/Dec/Jan)...so that really only leaves 9 Mondays a year to get started!
ReplyDeleteI LOVE the way you think! You are one very smart lady! Monday should also not apply over the summer. So that leaves 6. Woot Woot.
DeleteJ