Today has kicked my ass a little.
Yesterday my husband did a dramatic reenactment of The Battle Hymn of the Republic using jazz hands.
Tomorrow will not be today.
Today I wore a purple scarf with bicycles on it. It makes me smile.
Yesterday my middle child washed empty shot gun shells in the bathtub for an art project.
Tomorrow is Wednesday and I have always been fond of Wednesday.
Today Saidee woke up and got dressed with little arguing.
Yesterday Trey and I slept with a heater on me and a fan on him. I am convinced we can create a thunderstorm if we keep that up.
Tomorrow I will remember to pack a lunch for work.
Today I blinded myself with my cell phone at four in the morning and fought the urge to wake Carvell to discuss my obviously damaged cornea.
Yesterday I was able to sleep late.
Tomorrow I will laugh at something that no one else thinks is funny.
When I stop to really think about it. Today isn’t that bad at all.