That is, until I remembered what day it really was.
Monday, the day of my dentist appointment.
I don't know about any of you, but going to the dentist is definitely not high on my list of fun things to do.
Let's not forget the torture masters, themselves, the dentist and his lovely assistant, staring down at you from above as you lay helpless in the chair, unable to even utter the slightest complaint.
And you, mouth open wide, tongue fat and numb, feeling totally foolish and vulnerable.
But all's well that ends well...about four hours later when the novocaine finally wore off and I could smile once more.
Happy Monday. Hope yours was simply delightful!