This is the third pass at trying to type out something that was good about today, and I’m failing miserably at finding even a pony-shaped piece of poop in this mess.
However, I will say that the fact I came up with the phrase ‘pony-shaped piece of poop’ is remarkable in that it’s the first thing I was happy about today.
It will have to do.
© E. Stocking Evans 2014
Mom, Interrupted 