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?

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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).

Don’t hate me because I’m brilliant


Thursday Doors: Deep In the Heart

ThursdayDoors DSFAs I write this post and look through recently past ones, I realize I was rocking a personal theme of visiting all my happy places in the past few months. I was unawares, but there it is, in all its bloggy glory. Stressors of all kinds had me pulling out all the stops to try and refill my introvert well (to no avail, at the time). Looking back, though, I’m so proud of Past Me for trying (all those years of reading, studying, venting to professionals, learning all the zen tips one can — apparently pay off).

But let’s not revisit the reasons for the running for respite (all hail alliteration!) that led me to the location for this post. Let’s just focus on the goodness of it, the joy of it, and the gloriousness of doors.

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