Okay, some may automatically understand about the worst day possible according to Garfield. It is Monday the 13th!! I like to consider myself to be not overly superstitious, but in this one case, I must agree, Monday the 13th has a tendency to be "horrible, terrible, no-good, very bad day (I think I'll move to Australia!)"
The only things at work that made me think about this were that one of my co-workers didn't come in until noon because her father is so sick in the hospital, that our substitute was absent today, that I learned that two of my darlings in my group have their last days at the daycare this week, and that my special little friend has continued to use his profanity - louding proclaiming it as we walked in public to and from the library. But that's all that made me think of it! ;-)
Since I had such a hard day, and needed to do some grocery shopping, I took myself out for a light supper at Boston Pizza and with the number of people there one might imagine that they all had "Garfield Days" too!
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