I was sitting in my front room, all the chores are done and it is one of those times when I feel like I am the world, and the world is me. Everything is perfect and as it should be.
I think to myself how nice it would be to feel this way all the time instead of just sometimes. Then, as if on cue, one of my cats run in from another room, and pukes on the carpet by my feet… We are sorry for the interruption of our broadcast, normal programming will now continue. Sometimes life is just that way, everything is perfect then something happens to disrupt that perfect feeling as if on que cue.
At this point I had two choices, simply clean it up, or get frustrated and then clean it up. I managed a mixed result.
