today is *&^@#*!&.
failings both big and small, but my favorite was when i threw away a $20 bill. (i remembered it and dug it out, but still.)
a bad day always reminds me of other bad days. a fan favorite -
three important details: in 4th and 5th grade i only wore sweatpants. i’ve never been a big fan of “laundry.” and in my parents house i had my own bathroom.
the night before the bad day, i went to take a bath and pulled my underwear down with my sweatpants and left the pile on the bathroom floor. the next morning i decided that those same sweatpants best matched whatever cool oversized tshirt i’d picked out. so i put them back on. later, at school, someone found a pair of underwear in the middle of the classroom floor. i recognized the pattern, a person wearing sunglasses sitting on top of the planet earth. i had nicknamed them my “cool dudes.” it was my underwear. apparently it had ridden to school near the ankle elastic of my dirty sweatpants and jumped ship. i didn’t own up to them, so they got thrown away. meaning one fewer pair of hanes cool dudes for me to wear. BAD DAY.
anyway. no day can be totally bad, can it? i have yet to fall down and my hair look awesome.