They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Since words could never express my feelings towards Tuesdays (not even thousands of them), I will give you just the pictures instead…with a few words thrown in for added effect.
My alarm actually sounds like the warning signal of a maximun security prison. Not the self-loathing inner voice spoken by my BlackBerry.
Who wakes up to holes in their breakfast?!?!
It was not a reassuring day at work
Things always start to look up halfway through Tuesday
I spent 20 minutes looking for Aisle 40. 10 minutes of that were spent trying not to run into Pepe, the angry mexican sales associate.
I'm thrilled at being so proactive in driving mice and anything else with a pulse crazy.
- Now Dexter (my phantom house mouse) hates Tuesdays just as much as I do.