No Rest for the Wicked

Today was Monday, again...just like Groundhogs Day with Bill Murray.  I certainly hope tomorrow is not another Monday.  There is that feeling of impending Monday for tomorrow as well.  The good news is, it didn't kill me.  The bad news is I have one of those headaches I have not had in ages.  The kind that clusters in one spot at the top of my neck and ever so dull-like, creeps to the top of my head. If I were a drinkin' women, this would be a fantastic night. 

To top it all off, we continue getting calls for a woman with the same name as me. I want to scratch her boobs off.  She makes my life miserable. I've brought up to my husband that I would like to change my last name back to my maiden name.  He doesn't answer. This has been going on for at least 5 years.  Her name is in the papers all the time.  I've had hospitals, bill collectors, and Lord only knows who else, call me demanding my time, money and too many  explanations to share. It's my understanding she divorced her husband but continued to keep his last name. I sometimes wonder if she did that to hide behind it. I pray she doesn't have children who could possibly learn from mom's criminal activities. 

Enough complaints.  I usually love Tuesdays!  Maybe next Tuesday will be a better one!