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Sorry if you are perceiving me as a big baby, but please don't use this space to tell me to snap out of it or remind me that I'm not starving in India or Afghanistan or Detroit and that I'm lucky I don't have kids to worry about (all things that people have said to me).
Mondays suck for many of us.
Posted by: Flannista | November 21, 2011 at 05:19 AM
Put on your favorite Conspirare music.
Posted by: treesta | November 21, 2011 at 05:23 AM
Get your favorite cup of specialty coffee. Save it just for Monday mornings.
Posted by: treesta | November 21, 2011 at 05:24 AM
Take an extra long walk.
Yes, I know for you, that means run a frickin' marathon. See 'ya in about 6 hours.
Smile.
Posted by: treesta | November 21, 2011 at 05:26 AM
Put on your softest, cudziest sweats and a pair of flourescent orange chenille slipper socks. Curl up in your softest, cudziest blanket and read some Mary Oliver poetry.
Posted by: treesta | November 21, 2011 at 05:29 AM
Get one of those ol' Bozo the Clown punching bags and have at it. Who's your scapegoat du jour you mentioned in an earlier post? Have at that individual. What are you feeling crummy about? Have at it.
Posted by: treesta | November 21, 2011 at 05:32 AM
Go out and dig in your garden. There's just something about getting down in the dirt when you're feelin' low.
Posted by: treesta | November 21, 2011 at 05:34 AM
Come to your favorite elementary school (Ahem), and schedule some days to do Monday morning writing workshops with the kids. There's nothing like getting busy with a bunch of kids to take you out of where ever you are!
Posted by: treesta | November 21, 2011 at 05:37 AM
Wait a minute, I have to go pour my favorite Kona coffee and put on my sunshine yellow chenille slipper socks. Be right back.
Posted by: treesta | November 21, 2011 at 05:38 AM
Sleep til Tuesday.
Posted by: Sista C | November 21, 2011 at 05:39 AM
That sounds even better, Sista C.
Posted by: treesta | November 21, 2011 at 05:49 AM
Hello, my friends. I was downstairs doing Cattie chores, and came up to this slew of FABulous advice.
It's raining, treesta. That eliminates your outdoor sassgestions.
Sista C (and this is my favorite sass name for you): I'm washing my bedclothes today -- everything, including the mattress cover. I ain't got no place to rest my whiny head.
Posted by: Flannista | November 21, 2011 at 05:54 AM
treesta -- I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE your 5:37 a.m. sassgestion.
(Seriously, let's talk.)
Posted by: Flannista | November 21, 2011 at 05:55 AM
Is it too early for a Bloody Mary?
Posted by: Flannista | November 21, 2011 at 05:56 AM
Good, Flann. We're gonna make the plans (re 5:37 comment). Big smile.
Posted by: treesta | November 21, 2011 at 05:58 AM
Conspirare music is probably better than the Nine Inch Nails music I listen to on Mondays. But Nine Inch Nails is a helluva lot better than, say, Justin Beiber. I don't even care if I misspelled his name.
Actually, on Mondays, I usually listen to Johnny Cash's last CDs. Nothing like his cover of "Hurt" to cement the dregs.
Posted by: Flannista | November 21, 2011 at 05:58 AM
Wear a T-shirt that says:
http://rlv.zcache.com/positive_attitudes_suck_tshirt-p235548126223699006z7s3o_313.jpg
Posted by: treesta | November 21, 2011 at 05:59 AM
I KNOW! I KNOW!
I'm going to watch my DVD copy of "Sophie's Choice" followed by "Old Yeller"!
Posted by: Flannista | November 21, 2011 at 05:59 AM
I'd kill for that t-shirt, treesta, or at least sell my soul.
Posted by: Flannista | November 21, 2011 at 06:06 AM
Here's another T-shirt:
http://media.threadless.com//imgs/products/499/636x460design_01.jpg
Posted by: treesta | November 21, 2011 at 06:09 AM
Daggone, I've gotta run or be late for work. I'll save up any more ideas I have for when I come home this evening.
Your soul is worth so much more than $17.99, Flann.
Although maybe this one is worth selling your soul for:
http://www.bant-shirts.com/images/t-shirt-catalog-180/glenn-beck.jpg
Posted by: treesta | November 21, 2011 at 06:13 AM
I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the Glenn Beck t-shirt, treesta! Definitely worth selling my soul for, especially since Beck sold his soul and brains a looooong time ago.
Posted by: Flannista | November 21, 2011 at 06:21 AM
Well, I worked out, made coffee and am going to write thank-you notes.
It's 8:30. Only 12 more hours until bedtime.
Posted by: Flannista | November 21, 2011 at 08:33 AM
You listen to J. Cash Hurt recordings on Monday morning and you wonder why you are in a foul mood. Actually I was kind of depressed after reading an article with some jerk whoaing the fact that the Post Office isn't what it once was and several jerks bemoaning the fact the supercommittee isn't. And that Jay Cutler might be out for 6 weeks. And the markets look lower at the open.
Then I saw your post. Snapped me right out of whatever funk I was in. Nothing like seeing someone crying in their Monday beer to get your mind rearranged.
Be great today. Do something for yourself and someone else.
Posted by: nowayasista | November 21, 2011 at 08:40 AM
Hell, noway. You think the news about Jay Cutler is bad . . . Taylor Swift got the AMA Entertainer of the Year for a second year in a row last night and "Breaking Dawn" is the number one movie in America.
Is it any wonder I'm crying in my chianti this morning?
Posted by: Flannista | November 21, 2011 at 08:47 AM