the garfield in me

I usually don't hate on Mondays just because they're Mondays. But that's because they don't usually kick me as hard as this one did.

(I say did because I assume now that I'm safely home from work, Monday is back on my side.)

It began with Buddha, brought some unwelcome surprise visitors, and ended with being backed-into by a really nice lady in a really gigantic car. As soon as I was sure Daphne wasn't any more scratched up than she already was, I waved it off and drove away. I needed to get home that bad.

And now here I am. Everything's taken care of (except Buddha; he won't be "taken care of" till commencement in June, grrr) and I'm debating what to do with the hour or so I have till I need to skedaddle over to Mom's. Pout? Snack? Run?

Our awesome Lakewood cousins are here (click here and here for silly pictorials of Hawaiian adventures past), and we finally get to hang out for a little bit. It'll be SO good to have dinner with the fam, especially after this Monday. Cruddy Monday.