9 out of 10 monkeys believe they are not behind glass

Wake up late this morning. Alarm had been off for half an hour. Get to the gym, and my body is moving like molasses. Can’t get my muscles to cooperate and I end up faking it for an hour.

Then I get home.

My smallest dog decided to make mud pies in the back yard. She was covered in mud. It would be funny, but this isn’t the first time. So it doesn’t matter how pathetic she looks, I hate having to clean her up.

And my oldest dog, while I am chasing the younger down to hose her off, somehow steals a tube of medicated chapstick from somewhere and promptly eats it. Have to call the vet and ask them if it will hurt the dog and if he is, in fact, a total dumbass. They tell me to stay home and watch him for vomiting (yay) or diarrhea (even better).

By this point, I am so late for work anyway, that I just have work from my home office anyway or I am going to get buried in crap. And of course the work load keeps marching on, so I am already behind.

…And my wife is sick. Or hungover. One of the two. Or both. She hasn’t made up her mind on that one yet.

Mondays suck. Does this happen to everybody? Or is the monday thing just a localized curse unique to the individual? Sometimes I wonder.