On my mind this Monday morning...

• The Funeral
• Kind of a morbid song, but I die for it. {wink!}
• A two-day work week is wonderful.
• Scrunchies shouldn't be allowed.
• That guy looks like a whiter Pauly D.
• He definitely got home from the clubs at 8am yesterday morning.
• How did I used to do that?
• If I put on my purple tube top from my club days, it would look like a bandeau bra.
• Or a very unfortunately placed pair of Spanx.
• I wonder what my 23-year-old self would say to me today.
• Probably, "Nice job. Cute husband. Didn't he take us to the prom? You could use some Botox."
• And I'd tell her, "Enjoy this time with your friends, because one day they'll all pair off and move off and have babies. Don't be so shy about going out on dates, you ARE skinny, and give people a chance. So far, so good, little Melisa."
• Why does the train have no temperature control? I'm either chilling in an ice box or roasting on an m.f. furnace.
• I'd take an ice box any day. Being hot makes me crabby.
• This ride is whipping by. So have the last ten years.
• Which means, before I know it, Devon will be in fifth grade.
• And I'll be saying things like, "The music's too loud. Daddy can't take all the commotion. Have you seen my Depends?"
• Never!!
• Jezebel

Your turn.

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