Right now I’m still nursing the big daddy of all hangovers. It seems to be a regular thing lately; this time every week.
Weekends are so good to me. But Mondays are such a bitch. Don’t know why I still do it. Moth to a flame and all that.
But I’m still alive… Until next week that is. Have a great one.
Is something wrong she said
Of course there is
You’re still alive she said
Oh do I deserve to be?
Is that the question?
And if so, if so
Who answers, who answers?
uh oh, Lenny. How old are you? Monday hangovers need to start being a thing of the past. Football season or no football season. Sorry, a mothering moment.
I’ll be fifty in a few months. Not good uh?