Why is it Mondays are so tough?  The rest of the week is a breeze. Every Monday I'm slammed with everything ( boxholders, parcels, catalogs out the ying-yang, bills bills and more bills, and lets not forget that wonderful junk mail, oodles and oodles of wasted space. 

But, of course, when count starts everything magically goes away. And, we're living in Mayberry.