It’s official: the Wednesdays of 2007 have become the Thursdays of 2006. ARG!
Last year every fucking Thursday was a nightmare of a day – I contemplated many excuses to avoid getting out of bed and facing the world on Thursdays last year. The excuses ranged from having gangrene to breaking a toe, to a muscle spam (and no, not THAT kinda muscle spasm) and even phoning in work to tell I had died and hence would be unable to attend for the bazillion years! Fortunately 2007 rolled in and the bad Thursday rolled out. This is why the Crombie and I celebrate Thursdays this year with oodles of bubbles (yay for champers and all things alcoholic!0.
Lately it seems that my luck is running out.
I am no longer able to avoid hating a particular day of the week. Right now its Wednesdays. Wednesdays blow much like a granny with false teeth and soft gums (although if you’re a dude I’m sure a soft gummy suck isn’t the worst…). For us tarts, however, the mere image of this is just enough to send me searching for my hip flask!
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