Et tu, Monday?

Monday.
Oh how I loathe you.
Ever since my sophomore year in HS when Mondays meant I ate lunch at 1030AM.
TEN THIRTY!
That is way to early for Lunch.


This morning Tim and I awoke to the mind numbing sound of jackhammers breaking up the sidewalk in front of our building. Let me tell you, 6:45am is not the appropriate time for jackhammering. Bailey didn't much appreciate it either, since I found her curled up in the fetal position in the only part of the apartment without windows.

The jackhammering/construction forced me to go out the far exit of my building, which then made me miss my train. Needless to say, 10 minutes later, when the next one arrived, it was PACKED. No seat today. At Kenmore Station a group of foreign travelers (who I thought were French by realized they were speaking something not "french" by Boylston ST) got on making the T even more crowded. Great.

birthday present, only to have an entire Iced When I got to Kendall, (still on time for work ahthankyou), I ran to Starbucks to get Haddy's birthday gift card. And because I cannot go 20 minutes without something ridiculous happening to me I had an entire Venti Soy Chai spilled on me by a customer.

::insert expletive of choice here::



Boston 0, D.C 2
(just in case you're keeping score at home).



I had a pretty good weekend.
Which I was all set to blog about today at work, complete with pictures and all.
But that will just have to wait for another day.
Maybe tomorrow.