WALKIN' ON SUNSHINE
One morning last week - I strutted out of my apartment to an upbeat song in my head (since I still don't have an ipod) - and toward the subway for work. The weather was nice, people were opening doors for me, I was feeling great about my shoes, a woman even game me a flower as I rounded a street corner. I felt fabulous - like I was in a movie or something. It was going to be a great day indeed.
I got off the subway at Lincoln Center, bounding up the stairs, and right into dog poo. Of course.
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