Have you ever had one of those days when you wake up late, and have to race around to get ready for work? And though you’re wearing all blue, you can only find green socks, and you thank your lucky stars you found two socks to match each other, forgetĀ  about matching the outfit.

You run to the car, and as you pull away see all the neighbors have their garbage cans out, but you have no time, so it will be overflowing next week. You see by the car clock that you have twenty minutes to make the thirty minute commute, and you figure it might be possible if you have all green lights, no traffic and a strong tail wind.

You make it to work in record time to find your boss and his boss and HIS boss lined up in the hallway like some Inquisition Grand High Council, and you figure if you give them a cheery good morning maybe they’ll overlook that you’re a smidge late. They all smile and return your good morning and you breathe a sigh of relief. You poke your head into your BFF “B”‘s cubicle and say a cheery good morning to her too, and she also smiles and replies in kind.

Then an hour or so later you go to the ladies’ room and see in the mirror that you have a nickel-sized GLOB OF TOOTHPASTE on your chin and you scrape it off and go back to “B” and ask, “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME I HAD A GREAT BIG GLOB OF TOOTHPASTE ON MY CHIN?” And she calmly replies, “I thought you wanted it there.”

Have you ever had one of those days? Around here, we call it Monday.