You're having a bad day when it rains on your parade, your milk goes sour, your hair goes
flat, your tire goes flat and you realize your tummy isn't. You're having a bad day when
your cable goes out and you don't, your microwave dinner tastes like the inside of a micro
wave that needs a good scrubbing, and your daughter has just discovered boys, which would

be a natural progression if she wasn't five.

You're having a bad day when your bank makes an accounting mistake, your nail tech is sick and your hair removal specialist has a cold. So there you are; no sunshine, nothing to put on
your breakfast cereal, the new "do" didn't do it for you, the spare is already on the car and your stomach is beginning to resemble Mt. Everest.

The bank wants its quarter back, your fingernails are ragged and dirty, your mustache and chin
hair has taken over your face and your daughter wants to see what her new boyfriend's dinky
looks like and she's still only five years old.

You're having a bad day when the alarm goes off at 5:00 a.m. instead of 6:30 a.m., because you
didn't reset it after the power outage - remember it rained on your parade and cut your
power as well - you get delayed on the way to work by a a multi-car pile up on the expressway, and are late for work, the job you were supposed to get finished Friday is still sitting on your desk, and your daughter's kindergarten teacher calls to discuss some "concerns."

Now you're really tired because you got up an hour and a half too early, you took a new,
faster way to work so you could finish your project and ran into traffic problems, the project
you worked so diligently on for the last three weeks was inexplainably canceled via e-mail
you received at home and never opened, and the teacher is not too happy about the flirtatious
little girl who lives in your house.

Do you even know you're having a bad day or is this just another day in your life?

Bad days, like deaths and curses, always seem to come in threes. Think about it. Three days
of torrential rains, three missed hair appointments, three postponed visits with the
cosmetologist, three weeks wasted on an aborted project, three times you started to
clean the micro and got distracted, three times the quarter the bank wants back which
means you now owe them seventy-five cents and three hours spent discussing sexuality
issues with the school principal. Oh, and lets not forget about the three hour delay on
the expressway or the three hours you were late for work.

Is this a bad day, or what?

You know you're having a bad day when everything is in sync because that's just not normal.
I prefer my bad days because at least I know that everything is as its supposed to be and
thats my life.

Oh, and my daughter has three wishes for her sixth birthday party. Hannah Montana pink hair,
three guests for her tea party (Ian, Jack and Billy) and a new puppy. Now I know I'm having
a bad day!

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