It's the little things that I didn't notice doing at the time that, as I reflect on them at night, tell me how bad my day actually blew.
In a moment designed to (a) get a brief sense of respite and (b) experience the pleasure that can come only from sex or chocolate, I read the newspaper and ate a Klondike Bar while sitting on the toilet in my locked bathroom.
That's just not right.
You are correct. That isn't right. Everyone knows that a Twix bar helps cheer up a bad day better that a Klondike! :-)
ReplyDeleteI sure hope you didn't find it in there...
Oh man! And I thought my husband was gross for taking his laptop to the bathroom!
ReplyDeleteOk. I am not really sure what to say about that. Even I wouldn't expect that out of you.
ReplyDeleteAnd what's even worse is the fact that you chose to share it with the world! Gee Thanks. -Cara
ReplyDeleteThe only problem with that is you have to be VERY careful about licking chocolate off your fingers.
ReplyDeleteI've done much worse...
ReplyDeleteHere's to the day after being a lot better.
To all those who commented on my grossness: Yep, it probably is. But that Kloindike Bar sure was good.
ReplyDeleteBill: Thanks, for both comments. And it was. A lot better.
It's like my Great-Grandma always says, "If you're gonna sink you may as well go the bottom."
ReplyDeleteOr something like that :D