And I dind't even know it!

Gray Monday.

Drizzles.

Glum, Grim, Gray Monday.

Sapping all my energy, draining all my drive.

Cold, Miserable Monday

Making eyelids heavy, making tempers short.

Manic children, shrieks and tears and splitting temples.

Gray succubus Monday.

Fuck You.

lol.


how was your monday?  i have no fucking idea where all this lame ass awful fucking poetry is coming from, and I promise to see someone about it if the problem persists.  lol.

The husband is making dinner (amen), and he is wisely making comfort food.  Macaroni n cheese from scritchity scratch!  He was a rockstar in the bedroom last evening too, heeeheeehee. 

The lady sat upon the king's beardly pate!
The king, moste famished, gladly ate!
The lady did sigh
Whilst the king et his pie
And they both got dessert in the end!


I should write children's books!  Off-color and illicit Nursery rhymes illustrated by the talented Mr. Waite.  We'd sell more copies that the kama sutra!  woot woot!  Mother Goosed or some shit.  Didn't Andrew Dice Clay have one or two nuggets like that?  I seem to remember a version of Old Mother Hubbard that devolved into bestial rape for laughs.... gave her a bone of his own?  something charming like that.   


All I was trying to say, before the attack of the naughty nursury rhyme, was that I love and appreciate my husband. who is amazing and good and the passionate love of my life!  YAY!

Next thing to plan:  BALLS party!

deets to follow, lols.