Every week day I get up at 5:00 am armed and ready with attitude. I drink coffee while answering emails and working on book stuff till 7:00 when I don battle gear for my day job.
Mondays are harder than other mornings because the weekend just blows my routine and leaves me longing for the day when I can stay home and play with plot bunnies instead of dodging job dummies.
Hey! I think there are a lot of "me's" out there .
With that in mind...
I'm reciting an old limerick to get us through till...
Friday!
I'm reciting an old limerick to get us through till...
Friday!
Monday's child is fair of face--
And chest, and arms, and abs... and every other place.
Tuesday's child is full of grace--
With strong shoulders to lean on as the week picks up pace..
Wednesday's child is full of woe.
(We don't mind cheering up a hunk having a midweek low.)
Thursday's child has far to go--
And we're ready for a ride both wild and slow!
Friday's child is loving and giving--
And giving, and giving and ....hopeahopeahopeahopea...giving...
Excuse the poor rhyming and
accept my condition,
accept my condition,
It's Monday morning
and I'm assuming the position.
Hope the bunkhouse boys added a little sparkle to your week!
Thanks for stopping by,
Gem
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6 comments:
I'm sparkling!
The bunkhouse boys volunteered for cheer-up duty. Glad you liked them, Mary. Thanks for stopping by.
Thanks for that. What a great way to start the week.
Eleri, anything to help smooth the way. :)
Ooooh, Gem, that definitely 'sparked' up my day! Thank you, ma'am.
Savanna, I'm always ready to volunteer the cowboys for some Monday action.
Thanks for stopping by,
gem
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