Sunday, July 31, 2011

Dear Sunday...

It's not that I don't "like" you, because I do.  I mean, Sunday-Fundays would never be the same if they were called Saturday-Fundays right?  So, you see, I do like you.  I just hate that you come so quickly!  If you were someone's sex partner, that would just be all kinds of bad.  Anyway, I hate that my weekend is over and I have to go to sleep, so I can wake-up and go to work, and begin my week, all the while, impatiently awaiting for my weekend to begin. 

Don't be jealous.

Love,
 -me.

8 comments:

Alessandra said...

Dear Yvonne, this is Sunday, sorry I had to leave in such a hurry, but don't worry I'll be back next week for sure. Please don't pay attention to Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday, they're just jealous because nobody likes them. I'll be working on my 'timing' while I'm gone, wish me luck.
Sunday :)

Cinderita said...

Ohhh My Dear Yvonne,

You know I love you so and it means the world to me that you enjoy Sunday Fundays as much as I do. What if you looked at it like this. We have spent a wonderful weekend/day together and now I must go away on business...and will be back in exactly 7 days. and I hope you'll wait for me...

Love Sunday
xo

Cinderita said...

haha i just read Alessandra's response. Looks like Sunday likes to write you letters.

Belle said...

You should move to BC, Canada. Tomorrow is a made-up holiday just because we can't wait for labor day. It is called BC day.

Don said...

I like Wednesdays because they're "Hump days". :-)

Oilfield Trash said...

I am glad someone actually gets to enjoy a weekend.

The Frisky Virgin said...

Sundays come way too quickly. I don't mind that during football season. :) Monday is my enemy, I think. It's just such a sour day.

But, to make things a little brighter...you have an award waiting for you on my blog. :)

Yvonne said...

Alessandra- ha! thanks!

Rita- gotta be quicker!!! :)

Belle- Happy BC day! :)

Don- ha!

OT- sorry, friend!

FV- Yes, Mondays come much too quickly! Thanks again for my award! xoxo

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