Everybody Loves Me Baby...

...what's the matter with you?

If there is a single statement that sumarizes the feeling of having everything going well but for one stubborn detail (which detracts from everything else), I think this could be it.

What's more irking than having that one flaw in an otherwise perfect situation? That one nagging thought which won't allow you to enjoy a day at Disneyland...the one small piece of lint that won't come out of your sock but also won't let you stop fidgeting with your toes through the lecture you're supposed to be keyed into...that one piece of information that taints anything else you hear or think about, no matter how many good things your hear...etc.

Somedays you just want to look at that one remaining offender and ask them, "What's the deal?"

I'm having a good day. Just sometimes I wonder...what's the matter with you?