You know the kind I am talking about right? The kind where you wake up to find that there is no milk in the fridge for breakfast, the hair on your head just straight up rebels, you try out a new outfit and realize only after the point of no return that you feel entirely too self conscious to be wearing it. You have to pack yourself lunch and dinner before you have even had breakfast because there will be no coming home, you get stung by a bee, bite your cheek during dinner, proceed to bite your cheek two more times before the night is over because gosh dang it, it is just in your way now. You get home way past what should have been bedtime to spend a restless night dreaming of rattlesnakes.
Yep, one of THOSE days.
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