Bad, Bad Monday

I think my youngest sister once had the worst Monday ever.¬† She’d spent the night with me.¬† When she was getting ready to go to work, she realized she’d forgotten her slip and absolutely had to have one since her dress was sheer.¬† I dug mine out and we pinned it up for her.¬† I made her a nice lunch.¬† As she went out the front door in the rain, she realized she’d left her lunch¬†behind.¬† She whirled to come back in,¬†tearing her stockings on the screen.¬† After, I found her another pair, she grabbed her lunch and headed out again, late by now, hanging her heel¬†on the threshold, breaking it¬†off.¬† Of course, she fell down the steps, hitting her head, skinning her knees, tearing her dress, and destroying a second pair of stockings.¬† She just came back in crying, called in to work, and spent the rest of the day in bed nursing a headache.