- posted: November 23 @ 4:52am
Mondays were impossible.
Ever since his favorite pair of trousers were stolen in the Great Incident of 2004, he had a fear of dogs that weighed under 10 lbs, the letter Q , and getting out of bed on Monday mornings.
He knew that orange juice was waiting for him in the kitchen. He also knew that at some point in the next year, he would get to put the mesquite BBQ sauce that he purchased at the grocery last month on something. Probably something meat flavored.