"MONDAY's child is full of...."  Okay, enough poetry for the day!  Everyone get back to work.  Don'cha just hate Mondays with all of the get up early stuff and the fight traffic stuff and the go to work stuff and the hate your boss stuff?  Well, since we live off of checks from the county in a 22 year old Kenwood double-wide we don't have to hate all that stuff about Mondays, but we share your pain - NOT!  Look, we have our own set of problems on Mondays, like did the racoon get into the garbage cans before the truck came, is this gonna be the morning the couple in space 43B finally shoot each other and where are we gonna watch Monday Night Football?

But let's go back a day and chat about Sunday for a bit.  We decided to give this whole church thing a try.  It seems like it's been around for a few years and it also seems like it's a pretty good place to scheme on some fine looking people that are all dressed up (well, at least they're fine looking and all dressed up when they come into IHOP after church!).  Anyway, it just seemed like it'd be fun, we'd meet some folks to go drinking with later on and we could probably lift a few bucks for nachos from the plate when it was passed.

Well, things aren't always how you might imagine them.  We headed over to the "Church of What's Happening Now," on Bliss Street (not kidding here folks - it really is on "Bliss" Street) and they wouldn't even let us in!  It seems that first we needed to pass a "good person" test to see if we were qualified for Heaven.  Look, the only tests we can pass are sobriety ones administered by the Highway Patrol and only then when we've studied for them!  We didn't even bother going in - we knew what the result would be.  Instead, since we were all dressed up and had already jump started our 1984 Ford Taurus, we headed over to the Palm Springs Transvestite Social Club for a few beers and some good old fashioned religion.  We were accepted warmly, there was no test to get in and half the trailer park goes there anyway so we already knew allot of folks.  Some days are just like that - you never know where they'll end up.  But since it's now Monday, we're already prepping for Monday Night Football over at the Indian Casino and wondering where that will lead us...

      
A church on Bliss Avenue?  Gotta be good, right?                    They wanted us to pass a test that we knew we'd fail!

      
Kevin called because we saw some loose wires at the church.              Stacy easily passed the test to get into the transvestite club!