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What an day. Or should I say, what an eventful day. I expected today to be another usual Friday full of working, sleeping, eating, and evening plans. What I didn't expect was to start my day off opening at work and spilling five gallons of tea on the floor. I am a Mormon. I do not drink tea. I do not like the smell, the color, the feel, the ANYTHING of tea. Cleaning it up took forever and by the end cleaning and my six hour shift I felt like I was one big walking glass of tea. Lovely. Then I come home and take a nap. Finally something good to talk about. Then I had a very enjoyable fish dinner with my family, followed by watching Pearl Harbor and roasting smores. I then decide, well, since I'm not doing anything else tonight I might as well do some homework. I started some, got bored, and here I am writing about it. This Friday wasn't as eventful as I made it sound, but when you like schedules as much as I do, spilling 5 gallons of tea really messes up the flow of life.

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  1. You know sometimes when we "spill" things in our life it has the same affect. After we get it cleaned up we still know about it and it even can change things about our "day". But the amazing part is, that it is cleaned up. It is over. So smile about it! Good post Shelby. I miss you!!! Have a wonderful rest of your night!!! Love ya!

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