Lycra Run Up My leg

I spilled my fibre cereal, milk and all, over my new skirt. The bird wouldn't leave me alone. I forgot to wash out my conditioner. There was a run in my nylons. I was late, and of course, didn't know where I was going, which made me miss an important meeting. The day refused to go my way.

When I have FML mornings like this, it's hard to look at the sunshine and think Beautiful Day. It's hard not to pick up my phone, call the whole thing off, and drown in a wine before 9am. But since that would be a sure sign of alcoholism, and I've vowed not to portray myself in that way too often, I soberly trudged on through. It was crapola day, but I'm glad I didn't give up. There's something to be said for perseverance, right?

While being blue and moody, I decided to pretend everyone else was having a run of bad luck as well. I texted a handful of friends with an inspirational love message, letting them know I was on their side. Just in case they needed a boost the way I did. This way (muahaha) I can feel justified in my crabby disposition. If I can make someone else's day, I should be allowed to wallow in the shabbiness of mine.

And don't roll your eyes. I didn't go home and bake cookies while singing Mary Poppins tunes or anything. I'll have you know I ate lots of chocolate instead.