Monday.
Oh yeah.
Monday.
The worst day of the week.
I think whoever designed the calendar should have forgotten about Mondays. I mean, there is no day more boring, unpleasant, and boring again than Monday.
Whoever is born on a Monday has a somewhat boring life. I mean, you have to be born on Saturdays to have a party soul and live life with joy. My dad was born on a Monday.
I hate Mondays if I don't say so.
The worst thing is that the following Monday is my father's birthday party.
Strange things, right? Who in their right mind does a birthday gathering?
It's horrible, a lousy idea, and goes against the whole state of birthdays. But there's nothing more like my father's than a silly "birthday get” together" where my family gathers at a restaurant where they meet my father's lawyer
