I got home from work, plopped on the couch with a stack of mail and my son asks "Umm Mom? Where's Emma?"

D'oh! Forgot to pick her up from daycare. Drove right past the place, too.

And... I had a salad for lunch. Lots of fresh ground black pepper. I had a chunk of it caught between my front teeth. Did anyone tell me? No. Of course not. I walked around all afternoon, in and out of meetings, talking and laughing, looking like a hillbilly with a missing tooth. I didnt notice until I got in the car to go home. Caught a glimpse of myself in the rear view mirror while driving.

Mondays suck.

that said the only purpose of life is to experience joy. I dont know if I'm coming or going half the time, but you can bet I'll be laughing all the way to my grave.
It's always something.