A couple of months ago on a Friday morning I received a text from my oldest daughter Gabby that simply read: Having a BAD DAY.

Gabby is a college student, good with money, works in a very nice doctor’s office, and I tell people all the time she has it together. Now I can say it here.

And yet sometimes I wonder how she was able to get it all together.

After stopping to refuel my vehicle I texted her back, R U at work?

She replied: Yes! My computer won’t connect to the Wi-Fi. I spilled my coffee across the counter and all over the massage appointment book and we have been slammed since we opened!

I jokingly replied: Sounds like a Monday!

A bit later I get back: Not fu...

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