...and perhaps strain your 'start-of-a-good-day' bone!
Don't you hate when that happens?
There's been a lot of stuff going on in the family lately...
...and the other morning I awoke to the sound of a text message alert.
"I can't look," I told Mr. Jenny. "It could be this, this or this..." and I proceeded to enumerate a whole bunch of bad things I imagined.
Mr. Jenny got out of bed, walked over to the dresser and picked up the cell phone.
"Don't tell me. Oh no. Oh geez. Oh, man! What's wrong now?" I took a deep breath preparing for something bad.
Mr. Jenny squinted a little bit and read the text out loud.
"Have a peaceful day, Jenny," he recited, as I flinched from imagined bad news.
"What? What did you say? What?"
"Have a peaceful day, Jenny," he read again. It was from a friend back east. Three hours farther into her day then I was.
"Wow...ummm...that was nice. Geez, I ...ummm...guessed I jumped to a bad conclusion there, didn't I?"
And then we went back to bed.
And I did, indeed...have a peaceful day...when I got up for real an hour later.