Talkin' to myself and feelin' old
Sometimes I'd like to quit
Nothing ever seemed to fit
Hangin' around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down.
What I've got they used to call the blues
Nothin' is really wrong
Feelin' like I don't belong
Walkin' around
Some kind of lonely clown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down.
Funny but it seems I always wind up here with you
Nice to know somebody loves me
Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do
Run and find the one who loves me
What I feel has come and gone before
No need to talk it out
We know what it's all about
Hangin' around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down.
Pictured above: Chloe, Liberty, Guiness, Summer and Heidi, Brittany's little Yorkie - all gone but never forgotten - and those that through the grace of God, are still with us, Shannon, Koko Puff, Scout and Gracie.
Dedicated to the memory of Aunt Lynn, the greatest dog lover of them all, pictured above with her beloved Shannon (as a pup).
Rainy Days and Mondays, by the Carpenters, 1971
Oh my. Thanks for warning me about this blog. The kleenex was very needed and Shane probably thinks something is seriously wrong with his mother. Darn hormones made it worse.
ReplyDeleteso many sweet little doggies in here! wow! loved looking at these.
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