pathetic fallacy
I just made the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad mistake of checking the forecast, which depicted the week ahead with a neat little row of seven rainy clouds.
Seriously? That's the outlook I get when I drag myself out of bed and get ready to face the day like a brave little toaster? Screw you, Environment Canada. I want to see the following, stat:
Monday: pillow and zzz's (80% chance of going to bed early)
Tuesday: skirt and high heels (very good outfit)
Wednesday: steaming bowl of beef barley soup (lunch brought from home will clear by noon, expect soup)
Thursday: male silhoutte (considerate behaviour from handsome man)
Friday: handshake (extended periods of productivity resulting in general approvals and congratulations, all ahead of deadline)
Saturday: airplane (travel beginning late Friday, extending into Saturday)
Sunday: coniferous tree (planned vacation begins)
Somehow, I don't like my chances. And now Environment Canada has given me a case of the Mondays.
Seriously? That's the outlook I get when I drag myself out of bed and get ready to face the day like a brave little toaster? Screw you, Environment Canada. I want to see the following, stat:
Monday: pillow and zzz's (80% chance of going to bed early)
Tuesday: skirt and high heels (very good outfit)
Wednesday: steaming bowl of beef barley soup (lunch brought from home will clear by noon, expect soup)
Thursday: male silhoutte (considerate behaviour from handsome man)
Friday: handshake (extended periods of productivity resulting in general approvals and congratulations, all ahead of deadline)
Saturday: airplane (travel beginning late Friday, extending into Saturday)
Sunday: coniferous tree (planned vacation begins)
Somehow, I don't like my chances. And now Environment Canada has given me a case of the Mondays.