I can’t seem to shake the Monday grouches today. Not sure what my problem is. I mean, come on…I ran five miles, paid someone else to clean my house, and had both wine and chocolate for dinner. But still I’m CRANKY. So I’m posting this shot from last year as a reminder (to myself) that even the smiliest among us have crabby days. And that I should probably take my own motherly advice and put myself to bed.

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  1. What IS it with Mondays? Melancholy Mondays, I call them. No matter how I start the day in mind, it manages to turn me right around. And right into a grouch.

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