That's what #1 says.
Some days I'm not so sure.
You know it's going to be a bad day when you reach for a towel after your shower and there isn't one.
I happened to find Mr.'s hanging on the other towel bar - and it was fluffy and clean.
So... it's all good.
You know it's going to be a bad day when you reach for your clothes that you've left on the bathroom counter and knock your shirt into the only blop of toothpaste in the sink.
I didn't want to wear that top anyway, so... it's all good.
You know it's going to be a bad day when you start to pull up your underwear and your thumb goes right through and makes a humungo hole... so attractive.
They were old anyway and I have a whole new package of undies in the closet, so... it's all good.
All this happened before 7am.
I'm not sure I should even venture out today.
Unfortunately, I don't have a choice. It's the 6th grade picnic and we have to get ready this morning. I was told to be at the school cafeteria with my chef's knife at 8:15. (The knife is to cut watermelon and strawberries, not students...)
Maybe I'll just leave the knife at home...