Tuesday is the new Monday.
Tuesday is Monday’s ugly sister.
I am having Mondy feeling towards Tuesday.
Tuesday is the most sensible day of the week.
Emily P. Freeman
Tuesday isn’t so bad.. It’s a sign that I’ve somehow survived Monday.
Dear Tuesday, nobody likes you either. You’re just Monday’s ugly cousin.
Tuesday means we’re a day closer to a weekend spent dreading Monday.
Tuesday is my second favorite day of the week to put off everything until later in the week.
Tuesday is the day I actually start the week, Monday I just deal with the depression of the weekend ending.
Ahh Tuesday. The day to remember all the things I didn’t get done on Monday- and push them off until Wednesday…
Tuesday: The day after Monday that reminds you that you still have four more days of not trying to slap a fellow co-worker.
I’m working as hard as I can to get my life and my cash to run out at the same time. If I can die after lunch Tuesday, everything will be fine.
We never know what a week from next Tuesday is going to hold. It may be an ordinary day filled with quite regular activities and demands. Most of the time that is exactly what a week from next Tuesday will hold.
Tuesday had always been our day together. Most of my courses with Morrie were on Tuesday, he had office hours on Tuesdays, and when I wrote my senior thesis . . . it was on Tuesdays that we sat together. . . . We’re Tuesday people.
Perhaps the most ordinary of all the days, Tuesday lacks the excitement of the weekend or the productivity of, say, Monday. Tuesday is business as usual, continuing on with the week. Tuesday is on the way, but not there yet. It’s the just-getting-started day, the day we bring donuts to the office because it’s going to be a long week. We don’t schedule parties for Tuesday, but perhaps we’ll send out the invitations.
Emily P. Freeman