So, you had a bad day...

What do you guys do when stuff goes crummy during your day or week?

Obviously posts about little asian boys singing Beatles songs with little asian accents are great for spontaneous cheer. Glad youtube and I can be there for you, debi!

In the past, I've been known to just hole up @ home, baking tons of dessert-y items, and being otherwise domestically productive (laundry, cleaning, crafting, recipe-searching, etc.). Lately, however, I've observed myself taking on the following Negative Nelly coping mechanisms; not as productive, and listed in decreasing order of socially acceptable behaviour:

1. Call just about everyone I know and either (a) complain loudly about how I was miserably mistreated (b) force them to tell me distractingly funny stories about their own lives, getting frustrated when they're "not good enough". My poor sister had to put up with lots of these calls. :)
   
2. Pick up a baked good. Screw making my own, dammit. I just don't wanna.
3. Spend over 2 hours at Target (retail therapy, right?) and buy everything I don't need. Refuse to take tags off of these items once I'm home because I just know when I come to, almost all of it will have to go back. I got a kickass dress for $11.97 and it still didn't do it.
4. Flop onto a couch, bed, or other such object with a loud, dramatic sigh. Second sigh gets louder if first goes without a reaction. Obnoxious, obnoxious behaviour.
   
5. Drop off the face of the communication earth by tossing my cell phone in a corner and ignoring all incoming calls and texts; reading emails without responding; refusing to speak when spoken to. Let dinner invitations and shopping buddies fall by the wayside. Overall, be a bad friend.
   
6. Curse A LOT. Like so much that I had to check myself, like, 17 times around baby jack. Luckily, the guy's a month old and can't understand the Auntie Leslie should seriously consider a career in sailing (speaks like a sailor?). I'm thinking about picking up "oh fiddlesticks" and "whoopsie daisy" in response to negative occurrences. Much cuter than the alternative.
7. Throw things. Anything. At anyone. In any direction.
8. Hit up my local liquor store before 2pm. Just kidding, but definitely thought about it. Doesn't help that it's a cute place that looks all sunshiney and daytime appropriate.

Luckily, I'm getting outta here this afternoon and won't have to even think about anything non-Devon and non-wedding. We're taking the next several days off to go live in Chicago for Devon+Patrick's nuptials! Hudson's staying with Gus (if only he knew, his tail would literally wag off), we won't be back until late Monday, and I already can't wait to tell you all the details. Does everyone know that the crazy couple has been keeping the location incredibly secret? I was hoping to get the inside scoop as her maid of honor, but NOooOooo. We all find out soon enough though, right? Exciting times, people, exciting times.