Mondays suck...

... big hairy donkey balls. And the suckitude feeds itself - people are crabby cos the weekend is over, so they're jerks, and that makes you crabby, and then you become an ass and make everyone unhappier. It never ends. The one redeeming thing about Mondays is for that one day during the week, everyone feels a secret bond with each other for sharing the same sentiment (ie. Mondays suck).

After a very blah day at the office, I drove to E's workplace to pick him up since it was raining... thought it'd be a cute surprise. Turned out he was in a meeting (should've called), so I sat in the parking lot for an hour. Watched people walk in and out of the building, making plans, arguing, laughing. Seeing the mundaneness of it all made me feel better. E finally got out and we decided it was a good day for pizza, so we headed to Mineo's. Best in town! Rounded dinner with ice-cream from the good ole' fashioned parlor next door.

The best part of the day was coming home; there's nothing that could make anyone feel better than seeing this cutie:



*sigh* :)