Don't you hate it when you wake up at 5:00 am with a sore back and an upset stomach.
And don't you hate it when you can't get back to sleep until you move to the couch, and then when you wake up again you have a kink in your neck.
And don't you hate it when the Jamba Juice you bought for breakfast is in a faulty cup and the minute you pick it up, the cup collapses and your strawberry smoothie spills all over your keyboard.
And don't you hate it when an hour later you try to type and instead of getting this 'how' you get this 'hgopwe'.
And don't you hate it that when you go to buy a new keyboard they don't have the kind you like in stock.
And don't you hate it when you realize that your THIRD pair of jeans (within just a few months) has an irreparable hole.
And don't you hate it when you forget that you said you would take lunch to your neighbor who has cancer, and so instead of cooking the home cooked meal that you wanted to, you have to buy sandwiches from the local bakery.
And don't you hate it when your husband goes out of town...again.
And don't you hate it that when you finally finish work for the day your car is 112 degrees inside.
And don't you hate it when you can't find a pair of jeans that you love.
And don't you hate it when the lawn maintenance guys are mowing your lawn at 12:25 am, making so much noise that you can't sleep.
Don't you love it when you call your sister and your niece is happy to talk to you.
And don't you love it when you are finally able to get that pedicure you've been talking about for weeks.
And don't you love it that the neighbor with cancer could care less what you bring him...he's just grateful that you care.
And don't you love it when you find the perfect something to put in that one spot.
And don't you love it when it rains...even if it's just for 10 minutes.
And don't you love it that when you do find a pair of jeans that will do, they're on sale for $12.
And don't you love it when you get an email that lets you know your friend is thinking about you.
And don't you love it when your husband calls you to tell you that someone has FINALLY made an offer on your house...and that soon...really soon...you will only have one mortgage to pay instead of two.
And don't you love the moment when you know that as soon as your head hits the pillow you'll be able to sleep.
And don't you love your blogging friends?