Tuesday looks confused.

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.

Aaahh. Foliage.

Tight-lipped Monday? We’re just kickin’ her hiney to the curb.

Elen