One of those days

This morning, I woke up after a terrible day yesterday and opened facebook. I read a loving tribute to a friend who died from cancer, the friend that had two months to live. It does put my picayune problems in perspective, but does not make them any less difficult. The manager, my boss, at the flower shop shows preferential treatment and inadequate business sense, making it impossible for my coworkers to work as a team. My husband brought up property tax issues, so am tempted to give up hapkido for a while. The money could be put in a tax fund. Finally, my sweet dad somehow involved me in my brother's muddle. What I would really like to do is give the new car to my brother, and maintain the use of the old. When my brother gave the new car to his daughter, all his children would be even, money wise, and my brother and his children could stop whining. I would be happy driving around this summer in the convertible.