Today: Some days you’re the bug.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]Some days you’re the bug, and some days you’re the windshield. Splat.

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Yesterday, I was running late, which seems to be the theme of the week, and was just about to make the bed and dash out the door, when our dog barfed all over our freshly laundered duvet cover.  Bugs are always going somewhere, are likely adverse to the odor of dogvom (aren’t we all?), they’re short and they eat weird stuff.  So.  Yesterday (and most days), I was the bug.  I broke not one, but two fingernails.  I paid $42.09 to gas up my tiny car.  I cried when I saw a homeless man’s shoelace break.  I got a paper cut from a Bed Bath & Beyond flier I was attempting to recycle.  I worked a 10 hour day and then had to host a 2 hour meeting. I was too lazy to run.  I had a stomach ache that could upend a cow.  I don’t even know what that means, but I am not going to delete it.

Yep, I was a big ol’ bug.

And then my sister reminded me (via gchat, from a law library not so far away) that I can control a bad day.  She suggested I listen to Mandy Moore’s “Candy.”  I didn’t, mostly because I try to maintain an atmosphere of professionalism.  I did, however, get her point.  With so much to be grateful for, it’s rather a waste to sit around moping (it’s okay to sit around mopping, though, that’s how floors get cleaned) about a few bumps in the proverbial road.

So today, even though I am wearing pantyhose (I’d like to schedule some face time with the person who decided these things were a good idea), I am going to check my attitude, swipe on some lip gloss, and pretend to be the windshield.  Except that hopefully I won’t unintentionally kill anyone/thing.

Also On Tap for Today:

• Bloggers Bake for Hope is now taking bids!
• I found Clark’s shrinky dink
• From the NYT: Does Exercise really boost your mood?

Are you feeling like the bug or the windshield today?