Last night’s conversation at the Hassienda went a little something like this:

Me: How was your day?

Hass: Great! How was yours?

Me: Is that a rhetorical question? It was Monday. You know we don’t get along.

Hass: I was very productive!

Me: It drug on and on and I feel like I accomplished nothing. Nada.

Hass: Mondays are my busy day. It just flew by!

Me: I thought it would never end.

Hass: I looked up and it was time to go home.

Me: (Glare) Eat your dinner Mr. Monday.