Yesterday was what I refer to as Muesday.  You know, when dreaded Monday and Tuesday combine forces to deliver a one-two punch.  The bad thing about Muesday is it comes with Muesday brain.  Which, as we all know, is just a fancy way of saying brain mush.

Case in point, I somehow made a mess of my shirt while eating lunch.  I don’t know how I did it.  It wasn’t just a stain; it was an abstract piece of art.

“Dang me,” I mumbled.  “I really need to invest in a Tide pen.”

“What?” my office mate asked.

“Or a bib,” I continued to mumble.

She realized I wasn’t going to explain and wasn’t really listening anyway.

I looked up and noticed my water bottle.  Maybe I could use water and Kleenex to make sure it doesn’t stain?  I picked up the water bottle – and this is where the brain mush proudly manifested itself – decided to pour a little on my shirt.

Yeah, more than a little came out.  Not only that but it dribbled down onto my pants.  In the conspicuous-what-the-heck-did-you-just-do spot.

Not my finest moment.

“That wasn’t smart,” I said.

“What?” my office mate asked without turning around.

I sighed.  “Nothing, just a typical Muesday.”

Hopefully, I’ll have my groove back by Tednesday.