Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Quand lundi est boutonné avec mardi

When Monday is buttoned with Tuesday.

You know, when you're putting on a shirt that buttons up the front and you don't pay attention and you don't line up the buttons correctly with the buttonholes and so you're off. Lining things up, your mind was elsewhere.

You're still clothed, your chest and abdomen are still covered, but not in the way they should be.

Question of the day: when was the last time you thought you had things lined up and you really didn't?


Owen said...

Hi Nicole, stopped in here via Uh-Oh Spaghettios... sounds like something that happens in a couple of Beatles songs...

Like this bit from "She Came In Through the Bathroom Window":

Didn't anybody tell her
Didn't anybody see
Sunday's on the phone to Monday
Tuesday's on the phone to me

Or from Lady Madonna :

Friday night arrives without a suitcase.(without a "baise-en-ville"?)
Sunday morning creep in like a nun.
Monday's child has learned to tie his bootlace.

Anyway, those just sort of popped into memory unbidden. Does anything turn out like one planned ?

Nicole said...

Hi Owen - No, I guess it doesn't but I guess I thought it would. I like your memory.