In A Mon-Daze

(The roommate and I are putting the furbabies to bed. It is the first workday of the week.)

Roommate: “It’s Monday.”

Me: “Yes, it is.”

Roommate: “Why is it only Monday?”

Me: “I don’t know.”

Roommate: “I don’t want it to be Monday.”

Me: “Neither do I, but it is.”

(I pick up one of our dog water dishes and go to the bathroom to refill it, biding my time. As expected, the roommate follows with the food bowls, and right on schedule:)

Roommate: *whiny* “It’s MOOOOND—”

Me: “I have a bowl of water in my hand.”

Roommate: *shuts up*

(We return to the dogs’ room with the full food and water bowls. No sooner have I put the water bowl down than:)

Roommate: *whispers* “Monday.”

Me: “That does it! Just for that, you get to clean the litter box tonight, too!”

Roommate: “Okay by me.”

(She skips off upstairs, leaving me a little suspicious. I finish with the dogs and head upstairs myself. Then, as I round the corner to the cats’ room, I hear it…)

Me: “Do you have your phone playing ‘Monday, Monday’ in there?!”

Roommate: *grin*

Me: “You’re just trying to turn this house into a permanent Not Always Friendly story, aren’t you?”

Roommate: “Not on purpose…”

(It was totally on purpose.)