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Morning,

Karl says I’m getting negative and that I should be more positive so the other day I decided maybe he was right and I would make an effort to do better. I started the day out washing a load of clothes, but when I went to get my new bra out of the washer I noticed it was wrapped around and under the agitator. I think I know why they call it an agitator. But I would stay positive.

I tried to wiggle it loose—nothing. Pulling on it didn’t work, either. I decided I needed more leverage so I placed one foot on the front of the machine and tugged as hard as I could. It snapped loose, I slammed into the wall behind me, and hit my head.

The agitator is now warped on one side, I have a bump on the back of my head and my bra is 78 inches long. But I’m positive. I’m positive that I’ll never get to wear it again.

I had to go to the grocery store later that day. I wanted to make something special for supper, but I couldn’t remember all the ingredients so I grabbed eggs, milk and butter, made some wild guesses on what else was in the recipe, then tossed in a bottle of wine. The gum-smacking clerk ran the items up and with a bored expression said it came to $865.42. Now I know things have gone up, but my cart wasn’t even close to being full. If the prices had gone up that much I was willing to give back everything except the wine.

The manager was called over and after re-scanned my items, we came up with $86.54, but by then I had spent more time at the store than I had planned. BUT, I was going to stay positive. I was pretty positive the snotty little clerk wouldn’t be getting a raise any time soon.

On the way home, some guy talking on his cell phone cut me off as he pulled on the freeway. I slammed on my breaks and swerved to the left, barely missing him. He didn’t even slow down. I was pretty positive this guy was a jerk.

I got home, opened the trunk, and my eggs were a scrambled, gooey mess, the flour had busted open and dusted the carpet. I was positive that wasn’t going to be easy to clean up. I was right.

By the time Karl got home I had finished off the bottle of wine and was feeling pretty good. He asked me how my day went. I said I stayed positive. He told me that he knew I could do it if I tried hard enough. I smiled, pretty positive that he would be staying on his own side of the bed, and I was right again!

Have a “positive” day!
Karen Kelley
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