You know those days that you shouldn't get out of bed? The ones that start off wrong right from the get go, where you find yourself stumbling through desperately wanting to crawl back between the sheets? I don't like those days. Yet they have a strong tendency to follow me around. Often these days will show up in the middle of the week and throw you entirely off your game. And then there are Mondays.
Today was a Monday.
I had a really early start to the day. The type of start that begins with getting ready for work in the dark, hoping that you put on matching socks. Fortunately I didn't need to wear socks (another plus for living in the south!). Four hours into the day, I looked in the bathroom mirror only to realize I had worn two different earrings. Sadly, it took me that long to notice. I'm just trying to be the trend setter. Not everyone can be this cool.
Later in the day, sitting in a corner booth for dinner, I began to wind down. Almost immediately after ordering, our food was placed in front of us, even to our waiters surprise. I was hungry. And worn out from the day. I wasn't about to complain about the food arriving so fast. Our waiter commented that it was likely that another table in the restaurant was starting to wonder where their food was. I turned to him and said, "if I lick it, its mine and you won't be able to take it away." Yes. I said LICK IT to our waiter. The words came tumbling out too fast for me to stop them. Like in high school when I told my adorable lab partner that I had a crush on him, only to have him stare blankly back at me and nervously laugh. WHAT WAS I THINKING?
Here I was again, the waiter staring at me, nervously laughing. About that time I wanted to slink under the booth and hide out for the remainder of the meal.
I just might boycott Mondays.