Grumble grumble

This is about Mika and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

I wish I knew somebody that I could tell, “I hope you sit on a tack. I hope the next time you get a double-decker strawberry ice cream cone, the ice cream part falls off the cone part and lands in Australia.”

Wow, typing that from memory actually made me feel a lot better.

So does this: