Planning on getting drunk, shaving the cats, buying a yatch and of course fucking my maid Carlos.  Or in this reality I could be waking up my husband who is on the last day of his four day birthday weekend and going to do the shopping.  Then trying to find where the fuck I left my fucking cell phone.  And then the cherry on top start cleaning the house.

  My ideal Monday would be to grab my sun glasses, jump in the truck, turn on the radio and drive north.  The leaves are beautiful and I know where there is this beautiful stream where I could kick back and just be.  When the sun hits the water and reflects out onto the little bridge it’s stunning to see.  I’m not a big nature lover or anything, but when I die it’s a toss up between being sprinkled there or down I-75 while somone is driving very fast with the Moody Blues are singing Knights In White Satin.

  But for right now I think I’m going to crawl back in bed and see if I can get some sleep.