This is my message to you-ou-ou.

Dear Monday,

As my four-year-old and her classmates are far too fond of saying to each other on a whim, “You’re not my friend anymore!”

You have been a rotten day, and I’m done with you. Please don’t try to talk to me about this. I have nothing left to say to you.

Disrespectfully,
Me

Can you tell it’s been a positively putrid day?

I really have nothing particularly fabulous, relaxing, positive or give-people-their-flowers-while-they-live’ish to say, so today I will simply share a few lyrics (which is so horrifically trite I can’t even believe I’m doing it. And, no, it’s not the song that’s trite. It’s the posting of lyrics. *SIGH* Oh well. Blame Monday.)

Thank you, Bob Marley, for making me loathe this day ever so slightly less. 

Don’t worry about a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Singin’: “Don’t worry about a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right!”

Rise up this mornin’,
Smiled with the risin’ sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin’ sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin’, “This is my message to you-ou-ou.”

Singin’: “Don’t worry ’bout a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right.”
Singin’: “Don’t worry (don’t worry) ’bout a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right!”

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About Rebecca Mixon

If you attend my funeral, please wear red. Make sure my loved ones do not bury me in shoes, and make sure they don't let the undertaker make me look ridiculous. I want beautiful music and lots of storytelling. All that will be great once I'm gone from this Earth. But, while I'm here, give me my flowers while I live. It has come to my attention lately that we don't "give people their flowers" until it's too late for them to enjoy the beauty, the colors, the sentiment. I'm changing that. The people in my life will know how they are appreciated and loved, and they will smell the aroma of their flowers as often as I get the chance to tell them. This blog is about the blessings in my life. Mainly, it's about the people who keep my world spinning on a good axis and help me realize that work, bills and stress mean nothing. Family counts. The rest is just gravy.
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