First, let me start by saying that I love Al Roker. He is one of the few reasons I will occasionally waste time watching morning television. I have noticed that old Al is gaining back some of the weight he lost after his gastric bypass. Bless his heart. I can't give up the bread either, Al.
But anyhow, friends and neighbors.... I love that when Al gives the weekend forecast, he says, "Sunday, SUNDAY!" I think that's from an old comedy routine or something to do with baseball. Not sure. Either way, it's one of those things I've come to expect from Mr. Roker. Comfy like a soft blanket.
Today *IS* Monday, which means I should expect the unexpected. So far today, I have had to listen to 2-hour toddler rant about wanting a snaaaaaaaaaaaaack AND I found 4 piles of cat poop and 2 cat pukes in my downstairs (guest) bedroom.
Gotta love Mondays. I only love Mondays because (1) "The Bachelor" comes on and (2) they come before Tuesdays. My husband takes off work on Tuesdays.
I love Tuesdays. Comfy like a soft blanket.
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