start off a good morning? by having an abrupt, painful meeting between your elbow and a door frame. nothing like a string of profanities to begin today's vocabulary.
and then to put in a rather large load of laundry into the washing machine only to see the note left by your parents after you finish the load saying that the dryer stopped working yesterday and dad won't pick out a new one till tomorrow.
so now hanging up all of my clothes on a clothes line i have fashioned out of strings and poles i excavated from the depths of our shed.
but i did find about 20 one dollar bills at the bottom of the wash that i suppose fell out of my pockets...you'd think i was a stripper.
and then, in my attempt to salvage a box of old pictures from the inner closet of my closet, i single handedly brought down a monstrosity of a pile of random crap. including my old razor scooter which was somehow situated on top of the pile and decided that as it fell it would like to make contact with the frontal lobe of my head.
and when all was said and done, the something that i thought i battled off yesterday with tea tried to launch a direct attack on my immune system via sneezes and a need for kleenex and throat lozenges.
regardless of this morning's fiasco i am still determined to try and make this day a good day.
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