Monday liked to fart.

Tuesday hated art.

Wednesday was obsessed with cats,

And Thursday was constantly taking naps.

Friday was actually secretly a dog.

Saturday liked taking care of hogs.

And Sunday liked beer.

Sunday went and bought a bar,

Thinking that her business could go far.

Monday was the first one to come,

But his stinky gas made everyone’s noses go numb.

Then Tuesday came in, and dissed...

Friday is indecisive. He can’t decide if he will be the best thing to happen to me or the worst.

Saturday has me forgetting I have homework due at 11:59PM. She’s telling me I have time.

Sunday says I’m out of time and I have nothing going for me. Meanwhile he’s the most terrifyingly anxiety ridden one of them all. Why do I believe every word he says?

Monday thinks she can protect me from myself...

Monday blues

Tuesday snooze

Wednesday fun

Thursday moody

Friday meticulous

Saturday hurried

Sunday creative...

There’s Sadie, Marie, and Savannah. Three besties that found each other sitting next to each other 10 years ago in the same freshman class. If you are looking on the outside, their friendship really doesn’t make sense.

Sadie has this gloomy, Monday morning at 9am after the best weekend of your life, feeling; but she is disciplined and very confident.

Marie is reliable and trustworthy, you coul...

Within our group of friends we have many personalities in which we call the days

We have Monday

Our momma bear

she works and works and works

and loves everyone around

These feelings are never reciprocated

and she is always shunned

We have our Tuesday

The jock the Muscle The Man

He is a picture perfect quarterback

but what you never sleep

is he crys him self to sleep as his dad continues to dri...

MONDAY: I wake from sweet needed slumber only to be thrown out of my bed into a world of people that only criticize your every move.

TUESDAY: I wake up with a little more joy in my heart now that I got a little more sleep the people around me are a little calmer than yesterday.

WEDNESDAY: Humpday, we’ve reached the top now only to go back down but it’s still nice. Wednesday night service at chur...

our little family starts with monday,

the oldest child of all,

she holds herself together,

delicate, poised,

beautiful,

the one that you can count on,

when everything goes south,

but on the inside she’s scared,

because what if they knew the truth?

then, we have our tuesday,

the next one to be born,

she’s a bit of a mess, really,

quiet, precise,

careful,

prefers books to people,

always gets str...

Her name is Monday

She’s gloomy all the time

His name is Tuesday

He slouches and frowns

Her name is Wednesday

She does not quite like being the middle

His name is Thursday

He admires Friday

The life of the party

Her name is Friday

She is bright and cheery

Much like a sunflower

She wakes up with

A smile and a good

Attitude.

Man. The other ones

Could learn a lot

From Friday. And if

They did

...

Sometimes - okay, all the time - she felt like the ultimate middle child. No one hated her, like they did Monday. No one adored her, like they did Friday. No one put religious significance on her, like they did Saturday and Sunday. No one valued her as a pop culture reference, asking "Is it Thursday yet?" or making Addams Family jokes. She wasn't a goal or something to celebrate. She was forgotten...

“Thanks for coming, everyone,” Lundi said, pouring himself his third cup of coffee. “Why don’t we just jump right into it.”

“Ugh, do we have to? This is soooo boring.”

“Yes, Vendi. You ask that every time we meet, and the answer is always the same.”

“That’s because this is a stupid waste of time when I have my boat literally right outside. Whaddayousay we all just skip over this crap and pile ...