I swear its true, Monday is something to be reckoned with isn't it? Its just plain, well, MONDAY.
My head feels like it is stuffed with cotton, literally, except I am imagining a pretty green olive with a red pimento.
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on Monday morning my head feels like it is stuffed with:
(new cups and saucers by Gary Rith)
Residual student whining from last week ...
ReplyDelete....pollen!
ReplyDeleteMush.
ReplyDeletethat paper from the bottom of a bird cage...which is related to the taste in my mouth of course! Love those piggies on saucers!
ReplyDeleteCat hair. Wait, that's probably because they're jumping on me trying to get me to feed them.
ReplyDeleteideas that i should execute in clay during the coming week.
ReplyDeletecool cups and saucers, i really like the wavy rims.
mmm, thanks, I am in the mood to make a lot of cups-saucers with pigs, in the middle of firing more :) keep those awesome comments coming!
ReplyDeleteideas!
ReplyDeleteSchedules and thoughts and OMGosh, I ordered and PAID for those medical records to be sent here last fall! What do you mean they aren't here!?!?
ReplyDeleteMy Monday brain is filled with the shadows of the week-end and the dawning of work and relationships that need all the attention that I can muster.
ReplyDeletedread.
ReplyDeleteon monday morning, my head feels like it is stuffed with: one ping-pong ball. bouncing around like it does when you completely miss and you just can't catch it.
ReplyDeleteCotton balls...and I LOVE these mugs!!
ReplyDeleteleft-over oatmeal with flies walking on its congealed surface.
ReplyDelete