Mondays suck for so many reasons. Well first and formost it's the end of the weekend (that seem to get more and more meaningless the older I get). The most obvious of all reasons the begining of the workweek. Now I know that I have to blame myself if I want to whine about my job but I use to like going to work. Now it just sucks. Next week I may feel better about the whole thing. To me being a 50's house wife is sounding better and better everyday. I could buy little wrap-around dresses and wear little heeled slippers. I like the Ruffle apron look. The only problem is I hate doing dishes. If I was the only one in the house with out a job I think that I would be stuck on dish duty for the rest of my unemployeed life. Plus I could'nt afford my cigarettes and shoe habit.
footnoteinmemory:
i think we can work out a deal...
dulcea:
thanks for commenting on my set and drawings