horrible, no good, very bad day

When you have a bad day, like a "horrible, no good, very bad day," usually the only thing you want to do is stay in a "horrible, no good, very bad" mood. But when you have a pug puppy whose nickname is "tongue and tail," he totally ruins that. He licks your tears when you cry, he follows you around endlessly, and he'll sit next to you on the floor, just to be near you.


And when you have a husband as goofy as mine, he won't let you mope around, either. He wipes the mascara off your face, holds you when you cry, quotes ridiculous movies, gets you a beer, and then after accidentally spilling said beer all over your table, he tricks you into smiling and then laughing about it.


And then somehow, when you see your mischievious, yet happy pug, hug your goofy, yet wonderful husband, and glance around your messy, yet beautiful home...the "horrible, no good, very bad" day seems not to matter so much and the "horrible, no good, very bad" mood you're in seems pretty pointless. :)