Dear Monday,
I know you've got it rough; being the start of the work week probably isn't something you planned on and you probably get a lot crap. Nevertheless, the week has to start somewhere, so I'm sorry it all falls on your shoulders.

Today you've been particularly challenging. I'm just going to come out and say it.

But I'm tired of letting it get to me. So I bought myself flowers. Consider them a peace offering, and maybe next week you could go a little easy on me?

Respectfully yours,
Debi