Monday, Monday...

So good to me
Monday morning
It was all I hoped it would be

Sung by The Mamas and the Papas (TMATP). Written by John Edmund Andrew Phillips. (Of TMATP.)

For most of my junior high and high school years, I cherished this group. Their style was unique. You couldn’t not sing along with them as soon as you’d learned the words to their latest hit. As individuals, they were fascinating. As a group, they were amazing. Classic. Timeless. They made all of us Texas Gals wish we lived in California. Well, TMATP and The Beach Boys, of course! (By the way: I especially adored Mama Cass. Honestly? We all did. She was a treasure.)

This morning, My Sweet Hubby (MSH) and I feel like we’re coming back to life. A week in bed, basically, with coughing, fever, blowing our noses and feeling nothing but yucky, has left us anxious to get back to The Land of the Living! The sun is shining here in North Central Texas and it’s supposed to be a lovely, warm, fantastic Spring-ish day. (Those dadgum Weather Peeps are saying more rain, possibly, tomorrow. Believe me: WE NEED RAIN. We do. Yucky cold and dreariness? Those we can do without. Sigh.)

After several errands in town this afternoon, MSH and I have The Voice to watch tonight. A new season of Dancing With the Stars begins at 7:00 o'clock p.m. CST! (MSH used to watch it with me—many years ago. He finally took a stand and said: No. No, thank you. I’ve got some Alaska/War/WeirdGuy—fill-in-the-blank shows waiting for me on the bedroom DVR.)

At the end of this day, Wherever in this World you are, I hope you can proudly declare Monday was all you “hoped it would be!”

ta-ta for now…gotta scoot…heading to iTunes to purchase this song!