I woke up too early. I got caught in traffic on the way to work. I was stuck waiting for a train at a railroad crossing. A guy dressed in a Big Bird costume tried to rob me. A cat got my tongue. I stubbed my toe. I got a papercut on each thumb. I've got the sniffles. My arthritis flared up. My intestines hate me. I lost a million dollar winning lotto ticket. My lawn is dry. I was rejected for the next "America's Top Model" season. I got strip searched. I got cut from "Dancing with the Stars." There was a larder beetle crawling on my floor. There are new vole tracks in my back yard. I have to go to the bathroom. The air conditioning at my job (that I love) is still broken. My fantasy baseball team is underperforming. My cell phone battery died. There was a fly in my soup. A black cat crossed my path. A rain cloud followed me around all day. I ran out of gum. The grocery store is out of Lactaid milk. My head hurts. My parade, which I have been planning for months, got rained on.

But I don't care.

Because the boy said "dada" while looking at me. TWICE.