Maybe it was the disaster of a job I did of making breakfast. I'm sticking to hardboiled eggs and fruit from here on. Mr.DeLovely can make the bigger stuff. And when I say disaster, I mean disaster. Like, I'm glad that Mr.D loves me like in the Brad Paisley "Little Moments" song way, because otherwise I'm screwed.
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| It's even from his favorite movie... |
Maybe it was him playing Halo Reach untill Football started, napping through football, Playing Halo Reach again, and probably falling asleep during the NEXT game. {For the record, I love football. I just also love watching WITH him}
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| I.Hate.You. |
Maybe it was the rough practice. I know I'm not a bad dancer-but today the focus was on more cheerleading-esque stuff, and that's not me. I look fantastic doing a Rockette-esque kickline... not so much with High-V, Low-V, daggers, roll out, don't move more than a foot type of 'dance'.
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| Much more 'my' speed. |
Maybe it was waking up on the wrong side of the bed. Maybe it was just that kind of day.
All that means is that tomorrow can be a hundred million times better. And it will be. I'm indulging in some Pop (Coke Zero--such a rebel), making a mental list of things to do tomorrow, and eventually go sleep.
What are your bad-day coping mechanisms? I'm in the market for a new one. ;)
xoxo,
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I always eat my emotions: carbs or chocolate ice cream with chocolate stuff in it...but I don't ever recommend people try that tactic. It's bad for you.
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