Don’t you hate it when you look so forward to a weekend and then have a lousy Saturday.  It just ruins everything.  My roof leaked, my husband ticked me off, my mother upset me and then good old faithful Daddy had to make sure to upset me the most.  Even your parents can upset you when you’re a grown-up or supposed to be anyway and I think there are times when your husband thinks that’s his job.

Why is it that there are just some days when you wish you would have just stayed in bed or had to work or anything other than what went on?  Why does it seem that when one thing goes down the toilet, everything else has to follow?

Yeah I guess I’m feeling sorry for myself right now so why don’t we all just have a stinking pity party for me?  May as well, I’m throwing a pretty good one for myself.  You might even enjoy it, who knows?  Enough belly aching, there’s always tomorrow and God willing, it won’t be as crappy but we shall see.