Dear Monday: You are hereby given notice to leave the premises immediately and not return. So far you are being blamed for Daddy stepping in a Gidget-gross hairball first step out of bed.
You are also to blame for crows tearing apart the trash bags on the curb shortly after my Dadders put them out.
You made Momma spill 95% of her breakfast shake, making a mess of epic proportions. Plus she had used the last of her strawberries and was devastated.
Also, the gooey drink dripped over the counter into the drawers, as well as soaked her shoes and shorts. Not a good look, I assure you.