Rx for the day from hell

We all have em: the day that starts bad and gets worse. Today was that day. I got through it of course, and if I wasn't telling the world about it here, probably no one would know. Except the people across the hall who might have thought a puma was loose in the place given the crashing, yowling and hissing that could be heard even through closed doors.

Well I survived. And so did the apartment.

But at the end of the day it was time for some therapy.  Not my usual. I didn't want to be drunk and stupid and in a foul mood. That's a recipe for disaster of epic proportions. (don't ask me how I know this)

No, this disaster called for an intervention of a different sort. This disaster required SuperAuthor Kristan Higgins.

Because truthfully, nothing cures a foul frame of mind better than a good romantic comedy and Kristan Higgins is a master of the form.  I've read and loved her books before.  I keep them in a locked cupboard, along with the tourniquet, morphine, and fire ax.  "Use only when disaster strikes" supplies.

Well it did, and I did, and it worked.

MY ONE AND ONLY. You might want to keep a copy in your disaster preparedness bag.  Me, I've got two more just in case.