Thursday, May 3, 2012

A Very Bad Day

I am having one.

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But not that bad, I guess.  Somehow, I've always found that thinking of my blessings doesn't help a bad day as much as thinking of how absolutely FUBAR someone else's day has been. 

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 My mom must be so proud.

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  1. I'd be proud of my daughter if she could find any way to see a bright side to a bad day -- even if it means being glad her day isn't as bad as the other guy's. Now if she was rubbing it in their face...that would made me sad.
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  2. I just have to ask....
    How do even get a truck in that position? Do you forget how to lift your foot?? (Also, they're only concerned about the damage to the door frame? Really?)

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    1. I noticed that too. Their priorities might be a little skewed.

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  3. That bull goring picture is so, so painful to look at....

    I'm sorry you're having a bad day. I find that holing up in my room and eating lots of sugar helps. Also, watching bad reality TV. There's nothing like Toddlers and Tiaras to make my shitty life choices seem perfectly reasonable.

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    1. Exactly! Except once I finally got to go home from work (these 11 or 12 hour days--five days a week--are killing me), I had to go straight to dart league. We lost horrifically (we always do), but we also drank beer, so it all worked out.

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  4. Or as my own Dear Sweet Mama would say, "Quitcher bitchin'." Hang in there, kiddo!

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    1. Thanks, Hoody! (We say that at home in rural Wisconsin, too. Also: "That's a hunk o' bunk." Try it. It's fun.)

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  5. hahaha...this made me laugh!! I have to admit..this is a strategy that works. the guy with the ball in the face was just OUCH!! And yes...it does make you feel better!! lol

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