Flirtin' with Disaster

You can't help but love a Monday, or you would shoot yourself. On Monday morning. Generally speaking, I hate them, this one, however, could be okay. That is because this whole past weekend sucked. With a capital U. Usually, I have some idea WHY something like that happens, this time, no freakin' clue. I've got ZERO in the warm fuzzy department, it just feels ucky. So the word for this past weekend shall be UCKY. Probably not the most intelligent word in my vocabulary, but it will suffice for the bullshit of Saturday and Sunday. I say "Good Riddance", bring on Monday.