Every Cloud Has a Silver Lining

Today, my dear readers, my day started like this:

Today, my dear readers, my day ended like this:

I do not know at what point during my pleasant Thursday that everything went to pot, but suffice it to say that I’m happy for bed tonight.  (I should have known…Thursdays have a way of turning their backs on me…read why here).

Disagreements, general malaise, lifeless theatre audiences, and small frustrations were the reasons for my drop-to-your-knees, throw-your-hands-in-the-air, yell-the-F-Bomb surrender to my Thursday.  I could go into all of the details, but I catch myself before going into full Debbie Downer mode.

To make things worse, here I sit, at 12:09 AM, without a blog post, and without an RAC for the day.  Yes…I confess…I believe I went an entire day without fully committing to an RAC.

"Look what you did, you little jerk!"

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Thursday, you didn’t do right by me…

Thursday, you done did me wrong…

Ohhh, Andy....

To say that my Thursday took a dump on my week would be an understatement.  My Thursday left me on the curb with nothing but my blankie, a luke-warm bottle of milk, and a sign that says “Free to a good home.”  My Thursday betrayed and left me on the battlefield, heartbroken, blue-faced, and in a kilt.

LOUD NOISES!

To sum up:  Thursday Lando Calrissian’ed my ass…

NOT how my Thursday went down...

It just wasn’t a good day, for many, many reasons.  I woke up feeling blue.  I had to deal with snarky girls in school.   I nearly got kicked out of my church choir.  My hysterical crying made my mascara run and transformed me into a raccoon.  I didn’t have time for dinner.  And to top it all off, my dog peed on my pajama bottoms.

You're lucky you're cute, Piss Dog.