A Great Day

To keep my spirits up I try to think of things that make a great day. The first thing to come to mind is the third day wearing my blue jeans. That first day is the killer sucking everything in just to get your pants zipped. Day two is better with more breathing room. Day three is the great day! You feel young, thin , and happy. You get a quarter pounder with cheese at the drive through. You drip grease all over the jeans. You wash them and wait for day three to arrive. Because that is always a great day!