Days are very funny things. Have you ever noticed that sometimes when you wake up, you just feel like its going to be a good day? The sun's shining in, your room's tolerably clean, you can hear birds outside your window, and you just have a really good feeling about the day. It all starts when you get out of bed...

You walk out the door...right into a vacuum cleaner. Oh well, the vacuum cleaner always seems to be in the way anyways. You stumble through the hall, over the bags and suitcases in the way, and fall into the bathroom. Whew! Then... UGH!! There's water on the floor! Somebody must have been splashing water out of the tub last night. It's alright... wet feet aren't a big deal. You use the bath room, only to find there's no more toilet paper. You sigh... there's supposed to be a rule about refilling the empty rolls. You yell at the top of your voice "I need some TOI-let paper!" Hoping somebody is awake to hear you. After a couple seconds you try again, "I need some TOI-let paper!". No-one answers. Out of boredom you begin chanting, sometimes low sometimes high, hoping someone will answer. Then you start singing it, making your voice go deep and loud, then glass shattering high. Finally the door creaks open a little face peeks around the corner. "Shut up!" A small hand tosses a roll of toilet paper your way, and then disapears. You yell after it "Close the door!" You can hear little feet retreating in the opposite direction. Okay, nevermind then. You replace the used roll of toilet paper with the new one, and stand up. Ow! Your legs fell asleep while you were sitting there! You stand still for a moment, hoping your legs won't feel like a pin-cushion when your blood starts circulating. No such luck... tiny pin-pricks of pain shoots up and down your legs. You close your eyes and count the painful seconds until it stops, leaning on the bathroom sink, trying to support yourself with your arms so as not to put any weight on your legs...and it actually probably wouldn't make any difference if you did anyway. sigh Finally! You pick your way out of the bathroom, trying not to step in the wet spots.

You're concentrating so hard, you forget the doors hanging half open and walk right into it! Ugh! That's okay...just a little bump...and it's not like you've never walked into an open door before, right? Right. You stumble cautiously past the bags, suitcases and vacuum cleaner back to your room. You look around and sigh. True, you're room is alot cleaner than usual...but that's really not saying much. You view the piles of clothes strewn over floor covering a layer of junk and only God knows what (see? The dressers are cleared off...it is cleaner than usual!!). You heave another sigh and start to pick your way back to your bed...but half way there you hear a loud CRACK under your foot! Moving aside a crumpled kite and dress shirt (that should be hanging in the closest) you discover that you've just stepped on and smashed your favorite hair clip...the only one you have that will actually hold your tangled mass of hair in place.

Oh well. You pick up the broken pieces and fight your way back past the obstacle course in the hallway to the kitchen were you unceremoniously deposite said broken hair clip into the trash can...which by the way is over flowing...and which YOU were supposed to take out last night. Well...guess you'd better take it out now before you get in trouble. You push the garbage down as far as it will go into the trashcan and then grab the bad to lift it out of the can. YUCK!! Somebody obviously spilled syrup...or something equally sticky... all over the bag. Oh well...sticky hands are just part of life. You pull the bag out of the garbage can and tie it, then go to the sink to wash the sticky off your hands. You turn on the water...and get sprayed in face!! Somebody wrapped a rubberband around the spray nozzle so it would soak the next person to turn it on!! You hurriedly slap the water off, wipe your face and look down at your soaked shirt. Well...a little water never hurt anybody. You remove the rubber band from the spray nozzle, and proceed to wash your hands. Once your done you turn to the counter where paper towels are supposed to be...but the paper towel rack stares emptily back at you. You shake your head and look under the sink, where the paper towel rolls are kept...but...you're totally out. You sigh, and start to wipe your wet hands on your shirt...but then remember that your shirt is wet too. You roll your eyes and try to wipe your hands on your jeans (which you forgot to change out of last night), but jeans never were very good hand dryers.

Nothing daunted, you grab the garbage bag to take it outside...and just incidentally get sticky on your hands again! Go figure! You lug the trash bag out the door to the garbage bin next to the garage, trying to hold it away from your body so the sticky won't get on your clothes as well...but of course, the garbage is so heavy that you need all your strength to carry it (this isn't one of those puny little bags...this is the heavy duty kind that's as big as a ten-year-old), and can't focus on staying clean. Yup. You've got sticky all over your clothes. Oh well...washing machines were made for a reason. You the lid to the garbage bin and get ready to heave it in...but the bin is full and your newest bag won't fit!! Well, you can't just leave it sitting by the garbage bin cause the dogs will get at it, and then you'll have a dirty yard to clean up. Okay... you'll put it in the garage and just remind Momma to take it to town on trash day. You drag it to the garage door and shove it open (which is very hard because of the bags of clothes behind the door, and the failed solar panel experiment beyond that.) You deposite the sticky bag right inside the door next to the clothes dryer. You sigh (again) and back out of the garage and have a tug of war with the door...its actually a little to big for the door frame so you have to fight with it to get it to close all the way. After a couple minutes you win the battle and turn to go back to the front yard...but walk into the riding lawnmower. Ouch! You move past the offensive object and carefully start back toward the front of the house.

But the puppies are now aware of your presence and come rushing toward you from the barn. Who knew that such tiny animals could be so deadly? They dance around your legs and jump up on you in what seems like a determined quest to make you fall flat on your face. You weave your way carefully, taking tiny steps to assure you don't squish one them...although that actually doesn't seem like such a bad idea right now. Hehe...but, now you've reached the front porch...okay...they can live for now. You plunk down on the front step as the puppies race up and down and all around you. You heave a sigh of contentment. The sun is shining brightly directly overhead, the grass is thick and green...and needs to be cut...the trees are full and you can hear the birds singing delightedly, and small breeze comes up from the pasture bringing the healthy smell of...goats...and sheep...and cows...who'd of guessed.

Oh yes...this has been a resplendant day so far, and you can only imagine how much better its going to be, because some days are just Good Days.