I must be having the worst bad day in the history of bad days. All the bad things that can happen in a bad day? They happened to me today. Isn’t it weird how that seems to happen?

I like to think of myself as strong, but today reminds me that I am really a delicate porcelain cherry blossom that can be destroyed with one well-placed finger flick.

So let’s all look at the expression of joy that is this little dog:

Via Cute Overload

UPDATE: Thanks for all the kind e-mails and calls. I feel very loved. I am fine. I just had a bad day. Yesterday involved tricky conversations, accountants, and broken voice mails. Today involves laughter and really ripe grapefruit. Hooray!