That’s when I say mon the most. I bet I write mon the most for Monday. Mondays make for a dull topic unless something seriously terrible happens, like you rip your inseams on a filing cabinet or leave your trunk open all day. Everyone knows what Mondays are like.
Saturdays are decidedly not Mondays, because if we had Stream of Consciousness Monday it would be a lot of people writing about how they don’t want to get up, how the weekend went by too fast, and my husband’s favorite, “Why God?!? Why?!?”
Money is a frequent mon of mon, too, which has a lot to do with Monday mornings.
Might be runnin outta mons, since I don’t have mono, or wear a monocle, or monitor monkeys monthly.
Mon Dieu. C’est Finis.