Fat Tuesday

Well, today surely does feel like a Fat Tuesday. I just ate a big bowl of Red Beans and Rice that my lovely little sister Haley made on Sunday. Whew...I feel like my guts are going to split. Other than that? Today has been a pretty crappy day. Why, you may ask? I will tell you. The first reason is that it snowed last night. I know, I know, it's March. It still snows in March. I don't care. I'm done with snow and crappy drivers that drive like poop because of the snow.

Reason #2 why today=crap? I am sick. I am sick again. I have BEEN sick since December...pretty regularly, and I blame a man...nay, a zombie at work who has had walking pneumonia for SEVERAL weeks and refuses to call in. He comes to work, zombie-shuffling around, whooping and coughing and snotting all over the place. Picture a long haired, bearded, sniffling zombie and you would have my co-worker. It is frustrating to say the least.

Reason #3 why today sucks? It just does. this is a picture list of things that could only make my day worse...I feel if I do this, maybe it will make me realize that today isn't SO bad.

two reasons for this picture...there's a bird on his head and it pooped..

he's digging into a septic tank...that would be worse than my day...

I know this isn't a real picture...but I'm pretty sure that getting jumped by a shark would equate to a bad day.

A black hole in the midwest would definitely make today worse...

stepping on a snail while running would definitely make for a bad day...

And last...but NOT least...

I cringe to even post this picture, but if I've told you once, I've told you all a thousand times: If birds spontaneously drop dead from the sky, I will not leave my house, I will not help in the aide to clean them up, and I will not go to work until they and their little feathers are disposed of properly (which means they are completely out of sight). Someone, (preferably not my zombie co-worker,) would have to pick me up and drive me to work and then be privy to me curled up in the fetal position with my hands over my ears, while I hum, "I am a child of god" with my eyes closed. This would be the ultimate bad day.

This list has definitely given me some insight to what I consider a bad day...the fact that two of them contain birds, shows me that I have a serious phobia. All in all, it's still a bad day, but I am willing to believe that tomorrow can only get more beautiful. (as long as birds don't fall from the sky)