It was a Good day, It was a Bad day

It dawned on me today, that I mostly post about things that go wrong in my life. That is when I am most in need of an outlet. But I also do it because that is when I find the most humor in life; when it's gone awry.

Really, I had a great day today. It was a balmy 67-72. Everything is beginning to bud and green up from recent rains. I had no obligations to meet and was feeling more normal; less sick.

Will and I went for a bike ride, took a walk, played out in the back yard. I laid out on the hammock. We even went out for lunch. I had ice cream after supper tonight. Everyone in my house was in a good mood and kind to each other.

There was laughter, shared stories, and we watched a little TV together.

See, not very exciting.

On the other hand . . .

Will and I had to get up at the crack of dawn and take Steve to work because his truck wouldn't start on him yesterday. Will, who will usually sleep until 9 or 10, was awake from 7 on; making it hard to fill my orders this morning.

After I got my order completed, around 9:30 or so, I tried to take a brief nap. I only wanted 15 minutes. Will woke me up each time I would fall asleep. So I finally threatened him with the corner until he was grown and set the oven timer for 15 minutes. He woke me up when it went off.

Will dropped all seven of my prepared orders in the mud on his way to put them in the mail box this morning. They didn't get to dirty, but then he tried to wipe them off and just smeared mud everywhere. They were still readable; so I mailed them off.

I got very sick right before lunch, before dinner, and about an hour ago. Toilet hugging sick. You would have thought I'd figure out to eat less offensive things as the day wore on . . . but I'm not that smart.

Steve and the neighbor went to get Steve's truck this evening. They had to drag it home; it's really messed up bad. Will and I were just going out for our bike ride as they were leaving. Will decided he didn't want to go, so he takes off for the house leaving me with this cho-cho train of bikes. I head toward the intersection to turn around when Will gets the idea I'm leaving him forever (because I do that you know) and runs into the street screaming and crying.

I stop as soon as I can, which is right behind where Scott and Steve are about to back up. Every time I try to move up a few feet out of their way, Will stops running and starts howling again. Then other cars from different directions show up and they have no frigging clue what to do. I end up getting off my bike totally and leaving it parked on the road. Walking back to get Will; cause really, the rest are adults. They should be able to figure out what the hell to do. But no . . .

Carrying Will, I have to walk back to the bike. And push the bike around the corner before anyone will even move.

We had can raviolis for diner as I forgot to pick up anything to eat and there was nothing else in the house. Will sprinkled the cheese on the pan and then laid the bread on it, so all our bread was stuck, burnt, and had no cheese on it.

I had to run to the store at 8:00 tonight to get dog food, which I forgot for the second day in a roll. I probably would have waited, but I didn't like the way the dogs were eye-balling Will.

Tell me truly, which would you rather read? Which made you smile or snicker? Did you feel a little better about your day, knowing it wasn't as bad as mine?