You know it's not a good day when you pick your kid up from preschool and find the piece of paper titled "incident report" in their backpack. Especially when the previous two days you were also informed of naughty behavior. In this case, third time is not a charm.
You know it's not a good day when your dog, covered in mud, is pawing at the back door, when she is, in fact, supposed to be back in the pen with her comrades, surrounded by the expensive recently-built picket fence (that they apparently managed to dig the huge rocks out from, chew down the bottom of a few pickets, and Army-crawl under). Thank the good Lord above that they can't actually get out of our backyard.
You know it's not a good day when you burn the microwave kettle popcorn because you are becoming too long-winded when discussing today's incident with said three-year-old.
there are still seven hours left in this day, and by golly, there's still time to redeem itself. :)