I was standing in the vet’s office this morning feeling rather sorry for myself. It was only 10:30am and already the day had succeeded in being utterly horrible and disgusting, filled with yelling and rushing the kids and extensive amounts of dog vomit. So I was very much thinking that things just kind of sucked, like the rest of the day just could not be faced.
Then one of the nurses came up front carrying a small box and a clear envelope that had a small amount of hair clippings in it. She asked the receptionist if she knew where the urns were.
So I guess this day could have been a whole lot worse.