I came home from work tonight tired, battered, and bruised. I mean that quite literally. For the past three days, my day-guy has alternated between complete lethargia and flat-out running. One moment he's asleep, the next he's racing through the building -- and there's no warning. My other guy was so happy to see me (I haven't been there in three weeks), that he managed to give me a black eye and several major bruises.
Because I was tired and sore, and because I'm still upset at missing knit night thanks to my children, I was perfectly prepared to write a whiney, self-pitying post. Luckily, I came across this video:
It's impossible not to smile after that.
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