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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. .