Don’t hate me because I’m brilliant

Forget beautiful. I’ll take brilliant any day of the week, and twice on Sundays (as the saying goes). I’ll even take it on a Tuesday.

See, what happened was my bloggy pal Joey posted about a Tuesday that was sooooo a Tuesday. Then I replied:

Your Tuesday was so Jan Brady!

Then she replied:

Tara, Tuesday might actually be Jan Brady Day. Truly. You’re brilliant.

Who am I to argue?

——

 

tacos-1613795_640
Are you having a bad Tuesday? Think TACOS. Image: Constanze Riechert-Kurtze / Pixabay

No Brady or blog writer was harmed in the creation of this post. The views of Tuesday are those of the original post author and not this site.

DSF Management (that’s me, btw), in fact, likes Tuesday as it was the day of the week during which the Manager here first appeared on earth. DSF Management enjoys humor, however, hence the reply to the original post person. More importantly, DSF Management respects all differing viewpoints (except anything pro-you-know-who, of course — there’s simply no tolerating / no excuse for that).

DSF Management thinks that Saturday may be the more Tuesday of days than Tuesday could ever be because of the sheer volume of humanity roaming the streets on that particular day. A declaration then: Jan Brady Day shall be any day that is such a day, whatever day of whatever week that happens to be for you. This is no way diminishes the Jan Brady Day-ness of the original post person’s Tuesday. Any day can actually be a Tuesday-like day, i.e. Jan Brady Day.

 

This post is approved by the New Jan Brady and is brought to you by the letters H and A (squared).

 

Thursday Doors: Where Charity and Love Are

I’m not a religious gal, but was raised as such, so the pretty songs in Latin always get me. Luckily, the choir I sing with does quite a few each season. Once choir’s season ended for the summer, I found myself singing them by myself. That’s fine, but when I heard about a sing-along being held by another choir, including one such song, I couldn’t wait for the heat of July to arrive (and that’s so not me). Continue reading →

Friday Fhoughts: Folume Ten

Too much happened this week and my head is too full of the thoughts to write. I plan on writing about what hath gone on — both daisies and wilts — but for now, the brain is all, “Dude. NO MORE! I SEEPIN!”

So Friday Fhoughts, Folume Ten is a tribute to how I spent a couple days this week, and how I wish I was spending even more time this week.

Continue reading →