Memoir

Today started off pretty miserable. I set my alarm and actually forgot to TURN IT ON, so I slept in way later than I had planned. The dogs were wild this morning, wanting to play and bark and play and run and bark, and since I am still recovering from that horrendous 5-day cold I wanted nothing of it. And then I remembered......

....it was Salad Day at work.

You read that right. Salad Day. My company likes to do these little group lunches and food days and today's theme was "Salad". There are a lot more things that can go into a salad than you would think, and I had forgotten to pick up my contribution.

So here I was, half asleep, half showered, half dressed, carrying three rowdy dogs into their cages, so that I could rush out the door to pick up some salad dressing for SALAD DAY.

It was not a good morning. And a close friend of mine turned to me and said exactly what I was thinking, "WTF is a Salad Day? No one is full after eating a salad."

Since he was having a bad day as well, we decided that no good could come of Salad Day.

So from here on out, if I'm having a bad day, it's going to be deemed "Salad Day".