it’s just that kind of day…

If there were a bug that could stand as a symbol of my day it would be the stink bug. I was going to say the dung beetle, but let’s face it, those little guys are tenacious, and I am not feeling so much on the tenacious side of life.

Here is a poem:

a beetle so small
squishes and sticks to my shoe
stink wafts up all day

Yep. That’s it.

My day will improve because I’m going to a party to celebrate the birth of one of my lovely, fantastic, amazing friends that always, without fail, makes my day better when I see her.

So, I needed to write this out before it wasn’t true anymore.

But for now. Stink bug.

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