Sunday, November 6, 2011

sunday stomach

You ever hear of Sunday stomach?

We suffer from it in our household. Mr. KK coined the term on Sunday night, while we were sitting on the couch, watching the Amazing Race.

MR. KK: "I like this show, but ever time it comes on, I get Sunday stomach, because I know our weekend is over."

I couldn't argue with him. There's nothing like that dread in your stomach on Sunday nights - no matter how much you love your job.

It's like the final countdown. Only worse.

The Amazing Race (of which we have watched every season - it's the only reality show we've stuck with) now symbolizes the end of our weekend together.

Tonight, we tried to prolong the end of the weekend by going out for a few drinks. What hard-working 9-5'ers go out on a Sunday night (who aren't watching football???). Not many.

But it felt so good.

Plus, the more beers you have, the less you feel the Sunday stomach.

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