Monday is over!

We survived another Monday! I just got done with my workout, and am relaxin after dinner. I was a little worried for a while. I tore down the patio curtains with my big yellow hiney. And why does mom always set good meat on fire? Why is her cooking typically accompanied by billows of smoke? She is always calm under pressure with fire, and due to the organized nature of her kitchen she's prepared for any kind of flame. The pork chops actually turned out great, with only the fat burnt. Juicy and crispy! Just the way I like it. And it's a good thing she wasn't mad at me about the curtains. She says it's nothing that can't be fixed. Seems like the whole day has gone that way. Mondays are a drag, but nothing really happened that can't be fixed. So far at least! :)
Love,
Lucy