The Motterns celebrated their working furnace by sleeping hot and then complaining about it in the morning.
We all want a break, and it’s only stupid Tuesday. Tuesday is so stupid.
I’ve never liked Tuesdays.
I’m makin tacos tonight. We need tacos. Tacos have always been there for me. Taco Tuesday to the rescue.
I am full of unexplored feelings and undeveloped thoughts. I shall temporary numb myself with a taco. And lello rice. And refried beans.
It’s only about eight hours til taco time. That’s how I’m going to look at this Tuesday — as a countdown to tacos.
Do you need a coping mechanism to get through this Tuesday, too?