Everyday is Like Sunday

Sunday is supposed to be the day to stay in bed until 11am. Wake up leisurely to the smell of bacon and coffee, just like in those commercials. If you have kids, forget waking up anytime after 7am. And even after the kids are gone, the automatic clock in your brain still wakes up well before 11am. Dogs have clocks too, in their bladders. How about lying around all day just reading the New York Times? They do it on the commercial for the New York Times. Not in my  house. First of all, I have no desire to read that liberal rag. Second of all, it's like 12 bucks now for the Sunday Times. Oh, I know. How about cooking the Sunday sauce while listening to Italian music on the radio? Football? Nope. Not in my house. For me, Sunday might as well be Tuesday. Sunday is just another day to get crap done before the weekend is over and turns into Monday. Monday, yeesh. The mother of crappy days. Life.

Daily Theme Song:
Morrissey - Everyday is Like Sunday http://youtu.be/nHBZFSYA12A