Monday (or moondo from the German das mooday or day of the cow), is often celebrated every week after Sunday (German for a whales vagina) , and it is almost always great.

A typical Monday for me starts out with a little house cleaning. I get up, do some menial chores that keep my domicile from becoming a roach infested hell pit, and then follow it up with a SDP (small dance party) in the kitchen. The SDP is the signal to my cohorts to begin the ritual freak out. The freak out is accomplished by a mad dash to create and eat as many “food” items as possible before the grand Monday battle.

The Monday battle is often aquatic (as it was this week), but also often terrestrial. Today we did battle with shellfish, and shellfish accessories. We quahoged, we degunked, we removed nets, we stacked trays, we fixed crab traps and so much more. Many quahogs tried there steel against our fury, and all failed. My armor was weak but my aim was true. In the end only we, the strong, survived.

Take that bi-valves, and bi-vale accessories.