Tuesdays are by far the worst day of the week. This is a long-standing belief that I have.
Mondays are bad, yes, but they are all consuming. All you can think of on Monday is just getting through the day.
Then you wake up on Tuesday and realize you have to do that four more times before the weekend. It’s the worst.
I am already looking forward to a whole lot of NOTHING this coming weekend, but here are a couple things from last weekend:
Puppy snuggles are the best.
Chocolate and vanilla swirl cones with chocolate sprinkles from DQ are the best.
Reading in bed lazily on a Sunday morning is the very best of all.