Which means even though it’s technically the afternoon, it’s the perfect time for some Monday Morning Haiku.
I call this one FMM (For “Fuck My Monday”)
FMM
Car got a flat tire.
Dog crap frozen to the ground.
Car is still broken.
Black Gold
The dog is too fat
Sneaks and eats the cat’s food too.
At least there’s coffee
alienredqueen 
I don’t do haiku, honey
Dogshit is horrid
Glad hubby has that job now
lol… You do Haiki… just backwards. lol
Oh yeah, right. I do Ukiah!
Even your haikus seem to fail: isn’t “sneaks and eats the cat’s food too” 8 syllables instead of the required 7? Aaaah, but this misery is only in the old year – next year everything will be smoothygroovy!
Apparently you can’t count
“cat’s” Is one, and “there’s” is two? Happy New Year, Alienredqueen!
Oh wait, i think we both can’t count; so listen up people: we can’t be accounted for al of this!