the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

i knew getting up this morning was a very bad idea. i had dreams of looms and tangled yarn and woke up rather exhausted and with a dull headache. it was gonna be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

the sidewalks were covered with snow and needed shoveling. again. and i had just shoveled yesterday.

we were almost late for school because i sat like a lump and didn't make sabin's lunch "packse" 'til the very last minute.

my period came a week early (too much information, i realize) and i discovered that the teenagers had used up every last feminine hygiene product in the house.

it was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. i began to think of moving to vanuatu.

the blue room fireplace needed cleaning and i dropped ashes everywhere.

then, i had to take the car down to get new front tires and have an alignment.

on the way there, there was a speed trap that i didn't see. and i was going 68 kilometers per hour in a 50 zone. on my american driver's license, which apparently should have been switched out for a danish one years ago. but i never checked and certainly never did it.

so i wasn't allowed to drive home, since apparently now my american driver's license, despite the fact that it expires in 2027, doesn't count as a valid driver's license since i live here.

so i had to be driven home by the police.

and to get a danish driver's license, i now have to go spend a small fortune on driving lessons and take the test and everything. despite the fact that i've been driving since i was 14.

it's been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

i wonder if you need a driver's license in vanuatu...