I have a rotten dose of Mondayitis.

Bubba has a runny nose and mumma has sore ears and a red sore throat. Between us we seem to have a cold. As I dropped her at day care this morning and headed to work, I wished we could both just cuddle up in bed all day. But even if we did stay at home, I wouldn’t be allowed that luxury. Because …

Mumma get up!

Yep, she actually said that to me yesterday. No please, no because I want to show you something, no nothing! Just strict instruction to amend my person from horizontal to vertical. Pronto.

Ugh.

Can’t it just hurry up and be nap time already?

This is our friend Rumpy.

He is in no way, shape or form a fan of Mondays either. He is very handsome though.

You should vote for him in the World Spay Day Pageant here {it takes 30 seconds} … and not only because he’s super cute and looks like he could be related to our Beary, but for this reason.

Good dogs, oops, I mean friends. Who are not dogs. Oh, you know what I mean.

I suppose I can take solace from one small thing: at least Monday is already 9 and a half hours over where we live! Sorry Rumpy …