Little Things...

You can be having a really bad day...the kind where your preschooler spills chocolate milk all over himself and some other people in Starbucks; where you realize your lipstick was in your jeans pocket after you get them out of the dryer; where your sinuses are so clogged you can't tast a single bite of your french toast and an alarm keeps sounding in your van every time you start it and you just pray it's nothing serious. You know, the kind of day where you just wish you could get back in bed and start over in the morning. Well, either that or have a margarita on the rocks and a good backrub. That's the kind of day I was having, that is until about 3:30 this afternoon.

Funny how things can change pretty quickly.