Mondays are really the worse days, ever.
They should be murdered with the killers.
The fun fades on Sunday nights.
And, Mondays can suck a nut... If I had it.
BUT
Mondays with recovery hugs are amazing.
It puts a pep in my step, and glow on my face.
Almost like pregnancy, but not really.
Add an impromptu pool party and you got yourself a happy face.
:)
Easy E took this foto of me on a hot summer day. We sweated in the apartment and drank frigid beers. I wore my shirt like a meat head, but nothing was able to stop the beads of sweat from forming on my upper arms displaying a nice sheen all over my overheated frame.
"Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind
Possessing and caressing me"
The Beatles///Across the Universe
