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May 5, 2006 / 08:31 PM

Shall I tell you about my worst day ever?

Or shall I just make a mental note, not to tempt the fates, with this "best day ever" nonsense?

Posted by: Suzie
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The best cartoon I've ever seen (and saved) has God sitting at a computer with his finger over the smite button while a poor slub is walking under a piano on the computer screen.

I *so* believe in that smite button.

Posted by daisy
May 5, 2006 09:11 PM

Tell, by all means. I await with bated breath. Though how you bait breath -- or even get it on the hook -- has always eluded me.

Posted by bill
May 6, 2006 05:31 PM

I'm with Bill.

What good is a spectacularly bad day if you can't use if for blog-fodder?

Oh, and if you're already buying into the whole 'tempting fate' thing, maybe blogging about how bad your day was will earn you whatever the opposite of smitten is.

Hmmmm, smitten doesn't sound nearly as 'old testament bad-ass' as smite, does it? :-)

Posted by treppenwitz
May 6, 2006 06:41 PM

Let it all out...

Posted by Busy Mom
May 6, 2006 10:38 PM

i say just spill it, i mean why not? well, i suppose unless re-living it is horribly annoying and painful, in which case it might be best to just let it go quietly.

in other words, i didn't actually answer the question.

Posted by lizard
May 7, 2006 06:57 PM


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