Sometimes you just have really bad days...

You get no sleep the night before.

The clients are annoying

It's a bad hair day

You rip your jacket on a door handle.

You wrench your ankle on the stairs (dropping a 400 page file EVERYWHERE)

You're chronically late for everything

A case falls through when it had so much potential

You spill coffee on your (silk) shirt

You call home at lunch just to whinge drastically and bemoan ever getting up/being born



.........

Then you get home and are greated at the door with nekkid beloved with a can of whipped cream in one hand and a pair of handcuffs in the other.

Sometimes? I just do not deserve him :)