How can it be Monday when I was having so much fun on Saturday when my M.O.W. took me to Branson so she could buy something and when we were there I saw this big old chair and she helped me climb up on it and she made me smile and she took my picture and then I said I wanted a donut and she said that donuts are bad for me and I pouted and sucked my thumb and she said okay okay! then stop embarrassing me in public and keep your hands in your lap and oh good lord cover yourself and I’ll buy you a donut and I said sure but I want one covered with chocolate and she said no chocolate the donut is bad enough for you so I started calling to people passing by what a M.O.W. I have so she said alright alright! go to the car so she helped me down off the chair and we went to the car and straight to a donut place and I got to order a donut covered with chocolate and it was SO good so why does it have to be Monday?