I am going to clue you in on what a bad day is. It can start at any time, and it can end at any time. My bad day started when I fed Tina’s cats this morning. I unlocked the door to discover a crap load of potpourri all over her living room and dining room floor. So, I was a little late to work today. Actually, that wasn’t that bad. Fast forward to walking home from work. It was raining all weekend, so it was nice to be greeted with a nice, dry, semi-sunny day. I was half way home when I felt a few drops. I had my jacket and umbrella ready, thinking I would be home before it got bad, if it ever got bad. Oh, it got bad. It was something similar to the great storms Noah’s Ark encountered. I was expecting toads to fall out the sky. The jacket and the umbrella did not help. So, of course, I have to go back over to Tina’s to give the cats fresh water. I took a shortcut and thought I would avoid the rivers of rainwater. Oh no, Mother Nature had something else planned for me. I get to Tina’s house, drenched. My ass is wet and chaffed and I am completely soaked. At Tina’s, I put my wet pants in the dryer and waited. I brushed the cats, played with the cats, gave them water and watched a little tv. Did I mention that I did all the above in panties and a t-shirt in front of a large sliding glass door? Oh yeah. Everyone in all the condos could see my stuff. Yes, I freaked out.