You know, those days when you're at work and you've cleared out all but five emails from your inbox, then you leave your desk for 10 minutes and come back to find you now have 30 emails.
Or when you've spent a day weeding the yard, only to see your next door neighbor's yard abloom in dandelions.
Or you put together the perfect menu and have it mostly cooked, only to find out that the last ingredient you need has gone past its expiration date.
Or maybe, just maybe, as you're walking to your car celebrating the fact that you've made it through three out of five days of the week, and - just steps from the door to the garage where your car is - you feel something hit the back of your head. Just a quick something. So you reach back to see what it is and find your hand gets a little damp. You look at your hand and it's... well... purple. Yes. Purple. So you turn to the person next to you and say "Is there something on my shirt?" even though you already know exactly what it is. You know that it's bird poop. Bright purple bird poop. Which will probably stain your shirt, and which is now all over your hand.
Yeah. I had one of those days today.
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