imagine if you will

so, imagine a really bad day.  i had it.  let me give you some perspective here.  nothing horrendous happened.  no one was tortured.  my puppy didn't die.  it was just one of those bad days that can't be helped.

i got up-- late.  i couldn't find my hose.  i found my hose.  got dressed.  walked out the door.  forgot the waffle iron and mix (long story).  went back in.  walked out.  forgot my wallet.  went back in.  walked out.  forgot my checkbook.  back in, back out.  forgot the shoes i was to wear.  in, out.  then i was so late, i had to drive in.  had to find parking on a campus that makes a fortune from parking that does not exist.

walked to the office.  sat down.  a run the size of alaska in my hose.  which meant i couldn't wear the shoes i wanted to because they would have ripped them further.  i know, because i tried it.  i ended up wearing black tennis shoes with a brown and purple skirt.  all day.  pissy.  that was me.

my lesson plans were shot to hell.  another long story.  pissier i got.  i did manage to get out of a class i help with.  ate lunch.  then had to deal with students who had no appointments.  oh, did i mention that i forgot my office keys at home, and had to be let into my office all day today.  why, because i did not want the repeat of my wallet being stolen again.  a florist called to inform me that he didn't know if he could deliver the flowers that my husband had gotten for me since i am a hormonal mess and he loves me.  he knows what is good for me.  i then went to make waffles.  teary eyed at the fact i might not get the flowers.  went to the stupid stupid stupid french table.  came back.  got flowers.  bad day turned good.

how do flowers make you smile?  they make me feel good inside.