My name's not Alexander, but...

"Are you mad?"
"Yes!"
"Why are you mad?"
"Because I feel like it, okay?"
I wanted to laugh so bad when I said that, but something deep inside me forced me to scowl and grumble. Why was I acting like such a baby? Why was I acting like such a brat? The answer truly was that I just felt like being angry. I woke up too early with too little sleep, a tire on my bike was flat (and it had been going flat a lot recently), I had to ride Steven's bike to work, I didn't WANT to ride Steven's bike to work, I didn't have a rack on his bike on which to secure my purse, so it kept hitting me in the leg and falling off my shoulder, the bike kept switching gears on me when I didn't want it to....I was just mean. All of that stuff wasn't a big deal, but I forced myself to make it a big deal. I truly did want to laugh and shrug everything off, but my pride wouldn't let me. As my favorite childhood book would have proclaimed:

"It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day."

...But it actually wasn't all that terrible. It wasn't even all that horrible. After work, I walked out into the sunshine to find Chaz had ridden my bike to work and he had bought me a new tire. How I am spoiled. I am thankful for his grace and forgiveness when I treat him badly. Then, I had some much needed girl time with Kim last night. Shopping and Auntie Anne's pretzels (only for $1 because the high schooler working thought Kim was cute). What could be better?

"I guess everyone has bad days...even in Australia."