One of those days

You can just tell when it is going to be one of those days. When I woke up upside down and 1/2 way off the bed this morning I knew something was up. It may have been from the nightmares I have had the last two nights, literally, from watching Derailed with Katie Friday night. She says I am a wimp because I threatened to walk out after the first gun shot but look at the turmoil it has caused. No sleep for 2 nights. . . for real, Katie.
So, anyway, I pop out of bed as I usually do, clap my hands and say "It's a great day to be alive!" only to see that it is pouring outside and my room still looks like a tornado hit it during the night. (At camp Graystone I learned this clap your hands thing. When the bell rang in the morning all the campers and counselors sat up, clapped their hands and proclaimed the greatness of the day. . . .'It's a going to be a great day and I feel grrrreeeaat! (Kinda like Tony the Tiger). It makes you believe atleast for the first 10 minutes that the day is going to be just that - great, no matter what.

I get dressed in my usual 12 minutes and I am downstairs about to head out the door for a 7a sales meeting. My most brilliant thoughts happen in the morning. The first brilliant one today was to take the coffee creamer from the fridge and put it in my computer bag to take to work. I knew the sales meeting would have coffee and chix biscuits from Chick-fil if I was interested and in essence of time I opted for the coffee at work rather than the home-brewed stuff. As I pick up my things, of course, the bottle slips out of the bag, crashes and breaks into pieces on the floor to leave a sea of sweet smelling white on the dining room floor. It is now 8 minutes til the meeting and as I search to find something to help clean I discover the river of creamer in the cuffs of my pants. Despite the slow start to the morning - I had managed to look pretty cute and put together today and had even pulled out a fabulous black/turquise plaid suit. It looks better than it sounds. Now as I look down there is literally 1.5 inches of cream in each of my pant cuffs. Just for future knowledge, there is no way to easily get liquid out of your deep cuffs on your pants. None. I'll save myself the recap of how I cleaned up this mess. Needless to say, I walked into the sales meeting at 7:44am (just in time to receive my award for beating my budget last month! Just what I needed to restart this rainy Monday.)