Bad Days Should Be Outlawed

Yesterday I'm in the grocery store and it suddenly occurs to me that my life is a train wreck. Why the sight of cat food prompts this reaction I have no idea. Here's the lesson I learned though, friends get married, move cross country, have children, obtain boyfriends/girlfriends, but moms always answer the phone. Thank goodness.

When I got home I turned on Tivo and watched The Apprentice, which made me feel better because although occasionally I may earn the title, "loser", I have never voluntarily aired that information on national television. Congratulations Magna, you have purchased a college degree, too bad you didn't add common sense to your grocery list.

How did these losers get here?

Remember that bet we lost?