I remember growing up whenever Mr. Turner would come and talk to us in chapel, he and Mrs. Turner would read us this story. I don't remember the entire thing but the gist was that this little boy had a very very bad day.
I wanted to move to Australia yesterday.
My computer decided to have issues, my allegries decided to flare, the taxi driver over charged me, Daisy's computer did not want to play the last 10 minutes of our movie and gosh darnit my smoked chicken did not turn out the way it should have.
Plus I had to wake up this morning.
I need to move to Australia. Apparently there are no bad days there. :)
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