so, this morning was particulary difficult for me… my husband, who I’ve been separated from for the past 4 months or so, came over to take the boys to school on his way to work… it’s not easy having him here sometimes…
BUT AT LEAST he came to help.
by 7:00am there were already a couple of small fires to put out at work…
BUT AT LEAST I work virtually so I was able to put them out in my pajamas!
I had yet to get ‘caffeinated’ so I went to brew myself some Cafe Moto (my new favorite beans!) and realized that we had no milk… (I’m a tough cookie, but I still can’t do black coffee 
“no prob”, I tell myself… I’ll just scoot off to the store and be back before the brew is ready.
I’m about halfway to the store (which is only a mile away, mind you) and the neighbor calls me to say my garage door is open and the dog is out in the front yard (I say thank goodness for my nosey neighbor!) so, milk? or dog? I turn around and get the dog back inside, then turn around again to go get my ‘moo juice’. sheesh! all this for a cup of coffee!
BUT AT LEAST the dog is safe.
I get to the store and now I’m a little ‘cranky’ to say the least… I need my coffee now! So I buy a cup there, even though I know I’ve got a pot waiting at home… PMS is a bitch, I’ll tell ya… so, now I’m leaving the parking lot and the person in front of me stops short and I spill half of the aforementioned, piping hot beverage in my lap…
BUT AT LEAST i’m not wearing my short shorts! (that would have left a mark) AND I didn’t hit the ‘brake-happy’ fool in front of me… whew!
after cursing in my lap for a few seconds I look up at the car I am mere inches away from and I see this teeny-tiny sticker on their back window…
it said: “Stay Positive”. so, I think I will 
