Tuesdays are the day I get the most done.

Tuesdays are the day I get the most done. Most Tuesdays, but this one was different. My cat Wednesday was sick this particular Tuesday. She'd been sick since Friday. All Sunday

, my girl Friday was petting my cat Wednesday. She missed Caturday so she was trying to catch up. By the following Monday, I was feeling a bit manic. Thursday's child was born

rather ironically on Wednesday-- not the cat, of course-- and I frowned as I realized what was happening. I was schizophrenic, and I needed my medication. Now, where was it....

Unfortunately, the leprechaun stole it. I told him to give it back, he wouldn't listen. The cat jumped over the moon, before jumping down to tackle him. I could only watch as

the dish ran away with the spoon while the cat destroyed the leprechaun's face. "My spoon! That's MY spoon!" the leprechaun cried, while I laughed in spite of myself. It had been

Inside the cave was a pot of bullion. The spoon spooned bullion into the enchanted dish, and the leprechaun took a selfie of himself holding the bullion and posted it on Facebook.

After an intense swearing match with the little fellow, I decided to take my leave. The sky had greyed and dimmed, and the region of sky where a bright rainbow had been now had

menacing clouds of thick smog roiling upon it. I went down to the Hunter's Head Tavern for a drink, but didn't notice that the angry little fellow had followed me there. Pretending

to be a lamp post. Lucky for me someone at the tavern picked a bar fight and used him to do it. He was bashed across so many skulls it wasn't even funny. Well it kind of was.