Signs of a Bad Day

You realize at about 11 a.m. that your underwear is on inside-out.

You spend twenty miles driving behind a guy with a sticker on the back window of his pick-up reading "Dump the Bitch--Let's Go Huntin'!"

You left the office early on Friday and come in Monday to 16 voice mails.

You check your phone bill and find that you called some guy 10 times between 2 a.m. and 3:42 a.m. last Saturday.

You have to balance the cost of a Christmas tree against the cost of cat food and beer.

You couldn't get a date if you bought a calendar.

You have to have a root canal.

You have to ask around to find out if you were the drunkest person at the office Christmas party, and are then told that it was all on video so you can see for yourself.

They had karaoke at that Christmas party.

There is a light flashing at you on your indicator panel in your car and you can't find your driver's manual to figure out what it means.

When you find out what it means, you can't shut it off.

You don't have enough energy to put your underwear on rightside-out once you make your discovery.