Don't cry over dropped brushes...
Let me paint a picture for you:
Sometimes you've had a bad day. You woke up late. You slip on some ice
and ruin your panyhose (it hasn't happened to me recently, but I'm
trying to put myself in the position of the modern working woman).
Your boss is on your ass all day long. Your clients won't pay you what
they owe you. Your dog gets run over. You get lost on the way to an
appointment. You get fired. You go home to relax and when you get home
you decide to brush your hair. You drop the brush on the floor by
accident and it's the straw that finally breaks the camels proverbial
back. The tears flow from your eyes and you finally sob because the
day has finally caught up with you.
Now let me tell you what happened yesterday morning:
My girlfriend and I wake up. It's a normal day. I walk over to her
while she's brushing her hair and tell her that I love her while
kissing her on the cheek. As I'm walking away, she drops the brush and
starts crying like a 12 year old girl who just realized that Nsync
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