Monday tried to start me off on a sour note this morning. But I wasn’t about to give in. Nevermind that I had maybe three hours of sleep. Forget the fact that I was returning to work after a three day weekend. Nothing was going to dampen my spirit and my zest for life.
If that’s not enough to make you spit up.
I went out this morning to start the car before brushing my teeth, like I always do. I crept out in the cold, put the key in the ignition and turned.
Nothing.
So I turned the key again.
Still nothing.
Bugger.
Did it turn the tide of my merriment? I’m happy to say that it did not. Although it was very apparent that someone left his satellite radio receiver turned on since Thursday night (that ‘someone’ would be me), I wasn’t about to kick the car and have a hissy fit.
I jumped in the Jeep and rode off to work. It’s nice to have that luxury.
And at work I proceeded to share my good mood with everyone and anyone in ear shot. I spread positive vibes around like it was a virus.
The Monday blahs took their best shot at me. Such a shame they lost.
