Sometimes

It was a bad day.

Today, I had been sent by my wife to the local Target to do a large shopping trip.  I’m standing in the middle of the aisle, going through the coupons, and all I wanted to do was leave, but I couldn’t even thought I didn’t want to be there any more, because I had to finish the shopping and I’m standing there trying not to cry.  That is sometimes my day.

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