Friday was one of those evenings.
You know the kind – everyone's cranky for no particular reason, and determined to stay that way for at least a few hours.
Pythagoras and I were snarling at each other over something that seemed stupid even then. Since we weren't about to let lousy moods come between us and cheap pizza, he stomped out to the car to do some impatient engine revving. I sat inside for a few more minutes tinkering with my Twitter account for the pleasure of making him wait.
By the time I sashayed out to the car, he was glaring at his watch. "We're going to miss happy hour."
"You can't drive yet," I snapped as I buckled my seatbelt. "The cat is on top of the car."
"I thought he moved."
Intent on proving my point, I reached up and yanked back the cover on the sunroof.
We both looked up to see a big, hairy cat butthole pressed against the glass above our heads.
I don't know about you, but there's pretty much no way I can stay in a pissy mood after that. We both laughed so hard we scared the cat into standing up and peering down at us through the sunroof. I finally got out and moved him to the safety of the lawn, and we continued our evening in much better spirits.
Have you ever had one of those moments? You're stuck in mad-zone, determined to stay there for a good long while, and then something absurd snaps you out of your funk?
Please share! I could use a stockpile of these stories for the next time I'm having a bad day.