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"I'm Having a Black Day"

Hello, hello! I feel like it has been a while, I've been trying to get more updates in but the days, even in summer, seem so short! Or maybe I'm just busy :/

I do apologize.

Anyways, I wanted to share a funny story I recently remembered from my days of being a wee lass.

Enjoy!

It was a normal Sunday morning in the hot Florida summer.

"Time to get up," my mum called gently. "It's time to go to church."

Now, church, especially to three-year-old me, was very boring. But I looked forward to it, since usually I got to "explore" the contents of my tolerant mother's purse, which she often surrendered to me to keep me from talking.

We had settled into the pews and Father Jim (I still remember his Southern accent) was proclaiming glory and grace to the Lord, and goodwill unto all men.

"Mum," I whispered. "Mum, can I explore your purse?"

"Shh," she answered, focusing on the sermon, "Settle down."

"Muuuum," I whispered, "I want to look at it."

"Not today," she murmured. "We mustn't be rude."

"Muum," I said, my voice escalating into a small wail, "I want to!!"

My father and mother alike shot me a scandalized glare, but the hot sun and long sermon had gotten to me.

Now, I'd like to add that a few days prior to this particular Sunday, I had read a book about describing your emotions in colors, and I distinctly remember a satisfied smirk on my toddler face.

I opened my mouth wide.

"I'M HAVING A BLACK DAY!!!!" I screamed, as loud as my small lungs could afford.

My mother and father almost died of embarrassment as the whole congregation (who, I might mention, were all over the age of 50) turned to look at us with accusatory glances and irritated "tut-tuts".

Needless to say I had to apologize to poor Father Jim!