Yesterday morning, I stubbed my big toe on the ceramic frog that guards my bedroom door. It hurt. A lot.
Two hours later, I receive a call from my friendly banker saying one of my accounts is overdrawn. How can that be? I study my checkbook to see how the bank screwed up. Nope. My bank was right. How embarrassing is that?
That afternoon, one of my favorite employees tells me her husband has received a great job offer in Hawaii. Doggone it.
I go home to watch my beloved Wisconsin Badgers play Michigan in a Big Ten basketball tilt. The Badgers look terrible and get creamed.
I burn the pork chops I’m preparing for our dinner.
Then, out of nowhere, Sherry gives me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.
All in all, it’s a great day.