The red headed stepchild of weekdays.

Guess what? It's Monday, the red headed stepchild of weekdays. The polar opposite of Glen Coco.

None for Gretchen Wieners Monday morning.

This probably comes as no surprise to those of you who trot around these parts of interwebbage often, but I'm not one to plan blog posts ahead of time.

Scheduling blog posts sounds about as exhausting as a Monday morning to me.

Hell, I'm lucky if I can think straight in the mornings to form a complete sentence.

So, Monday should be the easiest day for me to come up with a topic, right?

Wrong.

Aside from a 3 hour wine and Skype date with my dahling Samilicious (and Lily),

and a going to a beer festival for a couple hours,

I did nothing worth talking about here. Unless you want to see me looking like a satellite dish with an industrial box of aluminum foil in my hair. Just kidding, I'm not posting that here. You can find it on the twit machine if you're looking for incriminating photos of me. 

Insert blogging crash and burn.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go take down some Go Go Juice and try to be productive.

Notice I said "try"... I think we all know productive probably isn't going to happen.