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“Manic Monday” by The Bangles went through my head all morning, which is probably better than “Everyday Is Like Sunday” by Morrissey. Last night shouldn’t have been a scary one. I did what any guy does when his girlfriend goes out of town for a bachelorette party: I sat in bed watching television all Friday night, day drank on Saturday before watching even more television Saturday night, and soaked in all the #sports I could immediately upon waking yesterday morning.
But sure enough, come Sunday afternoon, my head was thrown for a loop. I couldn’t tell if I needed to settle in with an old rom-com staple or go all-in with some original HBO programming. I did the latter, and Big Little Lies did nothing to help. But enough about me – let’s get to your Panic Rooms.
So much I cannot approve of in this photo. First and foremost, don’t drink and drive. Second of all, shots? On a Sunday? You serious?
I wholeheartedly approve of the Harry Potter move as a recent adoptee of the Harry Potter lifestyle. I’m like 3.5 movies in and can’t get enough. But if you’re going to *mention* a puppy, just show me the damn puppy.
I know I’ve criticized people for wearing shoes inside on Sunday nights, but that doesn’t mean I want to see toes, man. Great work otherwise.
Homemade wood wick candle? Damn, that’s real. My apologies for the breakup even though I had nothing to do with it. At least you have a puppy. And wine.
Bowling alleys are scary enough as it is, so entertaining one on a Sunday night is just a flat-out no-go for me. I applaud the wardrobe, though.
How many people under the age of 45 actually have wall clocks?
Dude, “Bocce League” sounds litttttt.
Everyone gets a little pervy on Sundays when your brain is functioning at its lowest level, so a little softcore 50 Shades never hurt anyone.
Content doesn’t get Scaries. Well, that’s actually a lie because I’ve built my entire content career on it, but you get it.
#NoSocksOnSunday, people. But again, please don’t show me your toes. I abide by the honor system.
I’m already on episode three, and let me tell you, it’s a doozy.
Who saves building projects for Sunday nights? My hands would be shaking and my brow would be sweating.
Oh man, it’s a puppy party and everyone’s invited.
Wait, please tell me you didn’t eat your fish dinner in bed. I need those to be two completely separate situations.
Love this situation minus the fact that you’re watching cartoons, but I can’t talk since I spent most of Saturday night finishing Zootopia (which is overrated and still not better than The Secret Life of Pets).
I need to be seeing less Photoshop and more Boykin, Tanner. But beautiful work nonetheless.
What should’ve been pictured: chocolate lab.
There’s always next week, though. .
Look, wall clocks are amazing when you’re someone who is obsessed with showing up on time (5 minutes early) to everything. Aslo that clock has been broken for a month now, I just like how it fills the space on the wall.
I love wall clocks
Why do people take the time to do a nice table setting, then eat off a paper plate?
Loving the Penn State Alumni mug in the article picture.
That was my picture. Are you a PSU alum, too?
Yeah man, went there for law school from 2013-2016. Went to a small college close by spent a lot of time up there. You could find me at phyrst happy hour, skeller and when it’s warm at cafe. WE ARE!
That Chocolate lab doesn’t get to sit at the table until she learns to sit like a person, like she does on the couch.