Have you ever had one of those days when the only thing you had to look forward to was getting back into bed? I did. It all started when I over-conditioned my hair. No good can come of a day when your hair is flat and greasy, I tell you, and nothing did.
My shoes didn't match my belt, my shirt was stained and I couldn't find my favorite earrings. And let's just say in my low-slung pants my underwear was no secret.
I was late for lunch with Mark and missed the first three innings of Daisy's softball game. I changed the appointment for Amelia's dress fitting three times and still couldn't make it.
The spareribs were tough and there was no vegetable with dinner, just cornbread.
I yelled at Lilly, I yelled at Mark, I yelled at Amelia and Mabel. Daisy was the only one I didn't yell at but then I didn't see her all day either.
Climbing into bed I thought, "one day I will look back on this day and laugh." But not for a long time, I tell you; not for a very long time.
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