Monday Funday

Be sure to read that title with the most extreme amount of sarcasm possible....

I have a tendency to feel like Garfield alot of times, and not just because I love lasagna.

It really seems to be an illness of mine to hate Mondays and actually, all early mornings. If my day started at 10 a.m. -- I would pop right out of bed and greet the world with a smiling face. How can anyone do that at 6:30? It's just not possible for me.

I have a conversation with myself every.single.day. ::  "I really should get up... if I get up right now, I'll be early....butttttt I can still make it if I sleep in for five more minutes...hmmmm.....zzzzzzzzzzz"  then again five minutes later :: "if I get up right now, I'll still be on time...butttt....I can sleep in for five more minutes if I skip washing my hair...zzzzzzzzzzzzzz"

Can you see my endless cycle? I guess my new "school year" resolution should be to wake up ten minutes earlier every day. Psshhh... we'll see how that goes. :)

So, since I just got home and was welcomed with this smiling face

I guess I'll just have to cheer the hell up. The thought of a margarita coming my way doesn't hurt either!