More SOUR than SWEET

SOUR: Football game. I really don't even want to go into it, because it bummed me out so much that I'm concerned about myself. Instead, let me recap my morning:

SWEET: For some reason, I did not snooze six times as I have been lately. I got up and got moving and that was fantastic. After my shower, I opened my bedroom door to my adorable -- and recently well-bahaved -- kitten, who looked up at me and meowed, which melted my heart.

SOUR: Garbage. The g-can was practically overflowing with empty beer bottles (come on, I HAD to drink during that game), so naturally I decided to empty it. I pulled out the bag and was tying it up when I realized it was leaking some brown substance all over the floor. This is not something I feel like dealing with at 6:15 a.m. in my robe.

SOUR: I walked into the living room, and as I bent over to pick up Luna's toy so I could throw it to her, I noticed that once again, the litter box is on its side and there's a pile of litter on the carpet. Great. I got a plastic bag so I could deal with the crap (literally) first. I scooped everything that was scoopable into the bag and started walking toward the door so I could put it with the other garbage. That's when I realized I was leaving a trail of litter throughout the house, a la Hansel and Gretel.

SOUR: Time to get dressed. I go to put on my pants and realize they are not yet dry. In fact, none of my pants are dry, as I washed them all last night and hung them up to dry.

SOUR: I am wearing a long necklace. I was brushing my teeth and bent forward to spit, and naturally, the necklace was dangling and I spit all over it.


SOUR: Now here I sit in a major funk. Even the peppermint mocha I just consumed as done nothing to help me. The only ray of sunshine is that I'm off at noon tomorrow for the rest of the week. I'm holding onto that.