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Monday. I still hate you and all the other Mondays. It rained the entire night and now it stopped for a while.
When I was preparing breakfast, I saw another dead dove in the middle of the yard. This time I can’t really tell the cause of death. I can only tell that I’ll have to pick it up and bury it or throw it behind some bushes. I think I’ll go for option number two. I don’t have a small shovel and I really don’t want to feel like I’m digging a grave (even though it should be easy today because the ground is completely wet).
In second thought, digging a grave would totally match my mood.

Another thing that I have to do is to cut the ivy. Freaking plant took over a path and now I can’t go around the house.
It’s one of those days… I knew these days were coming. I know it every month. I wonder if when I’m menopausal I’ll miss these days. No way in hell. I will not miss them and I’m sure NOBODY around me will miss them.

Now is when I regret not getting the chainsaw from ifyouareonthosedays.com last month. I could be using it today for it’s real use, cutting tress and plants.

I better dress more appropriately and get my heavy ass moving.

Is there anything worse than when you hear: “I told you so”? I don’t think so. That’s why the warning.

~ by DotedOn on August 24, 2015.