Coming back to work on a Mnday after a weekend at the farm is officially a terrible thing. It's rainy and cold and there isn't a pony or a fuzzy dog or a sweet sister in sight. My sister and I made throw pillows and the other sister is a pro with eyebrows and took care of mine and one of them bought me this mascara and it is as good as they say it was. My pretty curling hair isn't even curling because of the rain, it's just frizzing, and I've got to start the trip down HELL lane that is becoming a vegan for three weeks (my MD is insisting). Is there anything worse than Mondays?