Some days are diamond, and some days are coal.
Some days you are the pigeon and some days you are the statue.
Some days you run and run and run and don’t move an inch.
Some days you start a new diet and the cafeteria serves fudge brownie sundaes….for free.
Some days you come home early from work and find a trail of clothes leading towards your bedroom…and they are not your clothes.
Some days you appear at a social function to discover your arch enemy, that person who always stabs you in the back, is wearing the exact same garment as you – only three sizes smaller, and it fits them.
Some days you might as well not gnaw through the restraining straps to get out of bed…….
Some days…….
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