Rough day, that started pretty much at 10:30 pm the night before.
Disobedient child, being sent away from karate class.
Insurance snafu at the obgyn office (not to mention a scale that was measuring 2.5 pounds more than my own [rebellious] digital scale).
A lost sippy cup that is clandestinely leaking blue Powerade onto the carpet....wherever it may be.
Jim sacrificed the last pieces of leftover pizza for my dinner.
And let's face it, those poor chicks on The Bachelor have it WAY worse than I do today!