I don’t know who needs to hear this right now, but it’s time to fold the laundry that’s been lying around since last Sunday.

Sunday night: Super Bowl party! Monday morning: Toilet Bowl party!

There should be a day between Sunday and Monday called Hang on a Second.

Shuffling into the kitchen in a robe Sunday morning to change the clock on the microwave is the lamest form of time travel ever.

What’s really missing is a day between Saturday and Sunday.

They should invent a Sunday that’s longer than a couple of minutes.

It’s Sunday. I’ve slept in and ignored church. Somewhere the devil is sitting and clicking on “Like”.

I made coffee and carried it to the couch. I’ve done everything I had planned for this Sunday.

Diarrhea awareness week starts today. Runs through Sunday.

Sunday is my favorite day where I pretend I’m going to do something productive.

Parenting is cheering on your kid’s winning softball team all weekend and then cheering on the Sunday rain for cancelling the rest of the games.

Every Sunday is superbowel if you eat enough chili.

My Saturday was going really well, until I realized it’s Sunday!

Don’t worry, better days are coming. They are called Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

No matter how busy my Sunday gets, I always manage to set aside time to panic about Monday.