Tuesday is wondering what happened to tight-lipped Monday.
Like maybe she got sucked into Middle Earth, where the Orcs and the Uruk-hai play.
Or just discovered the empty box of S’mores Pop-Tarts.
Thursday’s playing it close to the vest. He knows what happened to Monday. He’s just not saying.
Wednesday just doesn’t give a damn. If it’s not about Wednesday, who cares?
Friday’s all let’s just chill. No call to get worked up about Monday.
Saturday & Sunday? Well, they’re just in a perpetual state of Margaritaville.
Moving right along.
Go ahead. Click it bigger. You know you want to.
We ain’t got no stinkin’ winter.
But we had a great autumn.
Tight-lipped Monday? We’re just kickin’ her hiney to the curb.