You tried to sneak up on me. You tried to make me grumpy by ending a perfectly good weekend and shoving me off to work.
But you came in with a beautiful, crisp morning that almost feels like fall. In Phoenix, in September, that's unheard of.
You also brought my husband home, extra loving, full of kisses and snuggles.
You gave me time to play with Baby Brown Eyes before I had to leave for work.
And you gave me a Yoohoo for breakfast.
So you failed, Monday.
Instead of being rotten, you've actually been pretty darn wonderful.
The Brown-Eyed Girl