Give bad days the brush off

Photo by Vicki Harris

Photo by Vicki Harris

I like to think of myself as a glass-half-full kind of girl. Granted, I have my moments. There are times when I look at that glass and all I see is half empty. Luckily, I have people around me that set me straight.

But some days, you can't help but wake up and think it just might be a bad one.

There are hints.

Like when you go to turn off the alarm clock and, instead, hit the glass of water you put by the bed before you went to sleep, sending it flying in your face. Or, that I'll-just-close-my-eyes-for-five-more-minutes turns into an hour and five minutes and you're late ... really late. Or, you're so tired you have to sit down to brush your teeth.

There are days when you know it might be a bad one because it starts out with you burning the cheese toast, accidentally spraying your entire body with hair spray instead of perfumed body spray, or having to turn around a mile from the house and go back home because you realize you have on two different shoes. Or you start the day out crying because your bra doesn't fit, you can't even get it hooked, and then you realize you're trying to put on your 13-year-old daughter's bra.

For the record, I do confess, I have done all of those things.

There is an old joke that says you know it's going to be a bad day when you get to work and find the "60 Minutes" news team waiting at your office, or the guy at the convenience store tells you your driver's license picture looks just like you.

I'm not the only one that feels this way. I asked. My friends offered their condolences and shared their pain.

You know it might be a bad day when you park the car at work and look over and your dog is sitting in the seat beside you, so you have to turn around and take him home.

You know it might be a bad day when your 3-year-old wakes you up to ask you if you knew you could flush grapes down the toilet.

You know it might be a bad day when you wake up and a cat is sleeping on your bed, and you don't have a cat.

You know it might be a bad day when you get in the shower and still have your pajamas on.

You know it might be a bad day when you have a headache and take two extra strength pain relievers, only to realize you just took the dog's medicine.

You know it might be a bad day when you present at a meeting at work and go back to your office to realize you had a dryer sheet stuck to your rear end the entire time and nobody told you.

Okay, so you sometimes we all start out thinking it might be a bad day -- the keyword is might. Somebody, somebody wise, I am sure, said that the only difference between a good day and a bad day is your attitude. How you handle it.

True. So true, wise person. Every day we wake up on this side of the ground is a good one.

But I wonder if that wise person ever started to brush their teeth with Preparation H?

I confess.

Contact columnist Mandy Flynn at flyn1862@bellsouth.net.