Yesterday was a day for bad days.
Everything went wrong.
Nothing went right.
I stepped in dog poop when I wasn’t looking and over-curled my hair so I looked like a poodle and ran into a spider web outside and discovered a rotted pumpkin on the hutch in the kitchen.
I awkwardly wasn’t funny when I really thought I was going to be and five different times I opened my mouth….
….and inserted my foot.
I wanted to crawl back into bed, pull the covers over my poodle curls and start over.