I don't blog about my candle making adventures, my family (with two thousand pictures of my kids), or my life as a housewife who makes quilts 24/7. I'm not some pretentious hipster who can't finish three sentences without using some form of the word "musing." I'm just here to laugh at society.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Epic Mood-Ruining Rant Part III

I never understood that either. Why's it called a "weekend?" It's not like anything's ending any more than something's beginning. As far as I'm concerned, Saturday should be "the weekend" and Sunday should be the "weekeve" or the "weekstart." I'd be willing to bet that statistically, Saturday is the favorite day because it is neither a week day nor the day before the week, during which you are in tense anticipation about the mundane, laborious things to come. I recall Sundays being equally miserable to Mondays, if not more, because the only thing you could think about on Sunday was how awful tomorrow was going to be.

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