I know it’s Mondays and Mondays suck. We all hate them. Just ask my dog, he probably hates them more than anyone.

On the train this morning I happened to notice in my zombie-like state that some people just really need to pull it together.  I try to think my happy thoughts– but when I see girls with full on bed head with visible back of head cowlick, I don’t feel happy.  Have I taught you nothing about dry shampoo?

Listen, I pressed the snooze button 3 times today.  I am not psyched about getting up on Mondays either, but I manage to look like I actually care.  I don’t look dirty or smelly. I have on lip gloss. I took a shower. My clothes match.  If you have to wear your sunglasses on the train (which, mind you is underground) you have bigger issues.  Invest in some good eye cream.

Just try and not look so miserable on Mondays. You will feel the way you look. Slap on some lipgloss and mascara.  And while your at it, a spritz of perfume couldn’t hurt.

xx,

WhyDid

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