Mondays SUCK

As much as I would hate a 10 hr work day Monday through Thursday, how nice would a 3 day weekend be on a regular basis? 3 glorious days to sleep in, vegg, drink wine, meet with friends...it's a great concept in itself, isn't it? As humans, we're selfish creatures though...so would the extra day off help us to begin a new week on Monday again, or would we still not want to see the day arrive? Personally, I'm thinking I'd feel the same way any Monday, regardless of how many days or hours passed inbetween. How about you?

I had a glorious weekend. Friday night, I attended Bobbi Jo's party for Carolyn & Cory, who are home from Saskatchewan for a visit. It was a lovely evening with many laughs. It reaffirms my belief that I'm not crazy when I can sit in a room with several others who all have the same opinion about certain things as I do. Thanks for the laughs and affirmation!

Saturday, Chris & I slept in, then had a big breakfast of blueberry pancakes, bacon and java, before heading down to the Handcrafted Ales & Wine Festival at the Fall Fest. It was the first time I'd had an opportunity to attend an event such as that, but sign me up for next year! You're given an empty glass and are encouraged to go booth after booth, after booth, asking for free samples of delicious ales and/or wines. Giddyup! Tim Chaisson was there to entertain the crowd - another bonus! I have to admit that regardless of the different ales I sampled, the JohnA from the Gahan is still my favorite. I tried a raspberry ale, a blueberry ale, a chocolate ale, several different pales and a chardonnay. After the beer/wine fest, we went to the Gahan for supper, and back home. Lana came over to watch a movie and crash for the night while Bruce was out with friends. We watched Baby Mama, well, Lana and Chris did. The beer did a number on me, so I was pretty sleepy and ended up napping through the movie.

Sunday Lana & I slept in til noon, then watched a few hours of TLC before she left to go do schoolwork. I returned to my position on the couch after she left and napped some more. All in all, a 'do nothing' Sunday - my most favorite kind. It's just too bad that Monday came and reared its ugly head so quickly.