The worst thing that happened to me yesterday was that Oscar the cat peed in my bag, which I didn’t realize until I’d been out and about at Open Houses, with the bag on my back.
When I got back home and emptied out my bag, I realized Oscar had targeted all my house-hunting documents and one tax document. The worst thing that could happen in this post would be my speculating what Oscar was trying to tell me.
What’s the worst thing that happened to you yesterday?
Oscar peeing in my bag was not the only thing that happened to me yesterday.
What’s the best thing that happened to you yesterday? The best thing that happened to me was FaceTiming with my son Aaron in Scotland while my boyfriend Michael made Pad Thai.
What’s the best thing that could happen musically in this post? This.
The worst that could happen to me on WordPress today would be to get no comments from my readers.
One thing that’s not going to happen: my forgetting to thank all who helped me create this worst-thing-that-happened-yesterday post and you — of course! — for reading it.