Dear Sunday,

You have not been very nice to me.  What with your massive piles of laundry, 

 petty fights with the husband 

and bad hair day.

 I'm beginning to feel a little irritated.
Consider this your fair warning.  I am brewing a cup of coffee and when I get back you better have straightened your self right up.

And tell your friend, Monday, that I mean business.

Grouchily,

Lauren

P.S. If you want to get on my good side, I could use a new pair of pumps.