Everybody loves Monday because it’s back-to-work day. Woo Hoo! It's braggin’ time, baby.

The men gather around the water cooler when the ladies are there to impress and to show them their sensitive side.

The men like to talk about how on Saturday, they went grocery shopping, washed, ironed, and folded the clothes, vacuumed the whole house, dusted, mopped and waxed the floors, and cleaned the bathrooms.

They cleaned out the refrigerator, defrosted the freezer, washed the windows, cooked a romantic candlelight dinner, picked up the dishes, hand washed and dried them so as not to use electricity for the dishwasher.

Then after dinner about 6 p.m., they poured their ladies a glass of wine, fluffed up a pillow on the couch for her, popped popcorn, and put her favorite movie (Pretty Woman) in the DVD player and then cried at the end of the movie.

Then after the movie, he lit candles around the bathtub and drew a nice hot bath for her, hung her robe on the warmer, turned down the bed and left a chocolate mint on her pillow as he was off to wash the wine glasses and clean off the kitchen counters.

After that he made a list of errands he has to run after church Sunday and retreats to the bedroom to be there for his lady’s beck and call.


The women gather around the water cooler when the men are there to impress.

They talk about how they woke up, asked their man for a "little stress relief" to no avail, changed the oil in the car, drank two or three beers, asked their man for a "little stress relief" to no avail, washed the car, drank two or three beers, and asked their man for a "little stress relief" to no avail.

Then they mowed the lawn, drank two or three beers, asked their man for a "little stress relief" to no avail, completed their honey-do list for the week, drank two or three beers, asked their man for a "little stress relief" to no avail, and drank two or three beers.

Then they talk about how they watched NASCAR, drank two or three beers, asked their man for a "little stress relief" to no avail, and drank two or three beers.

Then they watched the NBA basketball playoffs, drank two or three beers, asked their man for a "little stress relief" to no avail, drank two or three beers, watched sports center, drank two or three beers, showered, jumped into bed and was told by their man "not tonight dear, I have a headache."

Sunday they spent the whole day at church.

It's now 4:30 on Monday and everyone checks their messages before leaving at 5 P.M. to go home.

Another Monday around the water cooler.