I’m having an off day. One in which I want to go home and tell my better half about, only I don’t have a better half. Well, I do have Daisy, but she’s too busy rolling around in my pile of clean clothes with her half-chewed bone to care too much about my troubles.
Not that I really have big troubles, mind you. I have it pretty easy considering, but I’m having one of those days where it seems like my life is quite possibly the hardest, most difficult life lived. I guess it could be worse… I could be Sarah Palin.