thursdays get a bum deal...

yesterday i came home to mr puddins and his friends stretched out in rays of sunshine cascading into my livingroom; smiles, stretches, and yawns greeting me as i approach them.

all they want to do is go outside and chase imaginary snakes in our grass.... if they could just master the subtle and undoubtedly confusing as hell technology of a doorknob, you know they wouldn't need me at all. next step would be the can opener. after that, world domination.

today it's thursday. not mid-week, not friday, but juuuuust the day before. that really sucks. wednesday's are at least cool, because they have a fun nickname - hump day - no, not giving you permission to go hump someone's leg (although an appealing thought with the ones you love, or just wanna hump) but the celebration of the middle of the week, the top of the hump... it's all downhill until friday. king of all days. favored by all. power must be grand.

i like thursdays myself. why not? it's not tuesday. that's the crappy ass day just after an even crappier monday. and double-crap!, it's not even wednesday yet if you think about it... but it is the day before friday.

each day is what you make of it. whether it's a smile you get from knowing your pets really don't need you if they had workable, opposable thumbs, or the realization that you're reading a really poorly thought out Blog instead of seizing the day. go to work. make something or someone better.