so this is monday...

oh monday, i kinda loathe you.  shall i count the ways?

number 1: margo exploded all over the office.  like sicky puppy poopies ground into carpet exploded.  like create an odor that might raise the dead and i am certain is sticking to everything i own exploded. 

ok, really, besides it being a typical monday morning and having to face the realities of work and non-yoga-type pants, that is it.

but seriously, do you need any more reason to loathe a monday?