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when you have had a no good, awful day and you want to move to australia...

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you go to the circus and australia seems not so important.
22nd Sep 2007, 02:22   | tags:,

anonymous says:

ooh, was it cirque de solieliele?

22nd Sep 2007, 02:24

swamprose says:

well varmint, it was the cirque. medicinal and we all better just start juggling again because it's good for the soul.

22nd Sep 2007, 02:27

Jesson says:

Now, now SR. Bad days happen in Aus too. Sadly there's no escape from bad days but as Scarlett said,'tomorrow's another day'. Hang in there. :-)

22nd Sep 2007, 03:10

swamprose says:

Jesson, of course. It is from a wonderful kids book.

ALEXANDER AND THE TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD DAY
by Judith Viorst

I went to sleep with gum in my mouth and now there's gum in my hair and when I got out of bed this morning I tripped on the skateboard and by mistake I dropped my sweater in the sink while the water was running and I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

At breakfast Anthony found a Corvette Sting Ray car kit in his cereal box and Nick found a Junior Undercover Agent code ring in his cereal box but in my breakfast cereal box all I found was breakfast cereal. I think I'll move to Australia.

In the car pool Mrs. Gibson let Becky have a seat by the window. Audrey and Elliott got seats by the window too. I said I was being scrunched. I said I was being smushed. I said, if I don't get a seat by the window I am going to be carsick. No one even answered. I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

As school Mrs. Dickens liked Paul's picture of the sailboat better than my picture of the invisible castle. At singing time she said I sang too loud. At counting time she said I left out sixteen. Who needs sixteen? I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

I could tell because Paul said I wasn't his best friend anymore. He said that Philip Parker was his best friend and that Albert Moyo was his next best friend and that I was only his third best friend. I hope you sit on a tack, I said to Paul. I hope the next time you get a double-decker strawberry ice-cream cone the ice cream part falls off the cone part and lands in Australia.

There were two cupcakes in Philip Parker's lunch bag and Albert got a Hershey bar with almonds and Paul's mother gave him a piece of jelly roll that had little coconut sprinkles on the top. Guess whose mother forgot to put in dessert? It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

That's what it was, because after school my mom took us all to the dentist and Dr. Fields found a cavity just in me. Come back next week and I'll fix it, said Dr. Fields. Next week, I said, I'm going to Australia.

On the way downstairs the elevator door closed on my foot and while we were waiting for my mom to go get the car Anthony made me fall where it was muddy and then when I started crying because of the mud Nick said I was a crybaby and while I was punching Nick for saying crybaby my mom came back with the car and scolded me for being muddy and fighting. I am having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, I told everybody. No one even answered.

So then we went to the shoestore to buy some sneakers. Anthony chose white ones with blue stripes. Nick chose red ones with white stripes. I chose blue ones with red stripes but then the shoe man said, We're all sold out. They made me buy plain old white ones, but they can't make me wear them.

When we picked up my dad at his office he said I couldn't play with his copying machine, but I forgot. He also said to watch out for the books on his desk, and I was careful as could be except for my elbow. He also said don't fool around with his phone, but I think I called Australia. My dad said please don't pick him up anymore. It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

There were lima beans for dinner and I hate limas. There was kissing on TV and I hate kissing. My bath was too hot, I got soap in my eyes, my marble went down the drain, and I had to wear my railroad-train pajamas. I hate my railroad-train pajamas. When I went to bed Nick took back the pillow he said I could keep and the Mickey Mouse night light burned out and I bit my tongue. The cat wants to sleep with Anthony, not with me. It has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. My mom says some days are like that.

Even in Australia.

22nd Sep 2007, 03:22

JEsson says:

I love it! What a great story. Sadly my days of reading little kids books have passed and I have obviously missed out on a wonderful, funny book. (Tho why everyone seems to think that escaping to Aus would ever fix anything I dunno) :-)

22nd Sep 2007, 03:38

swamprose says:

Oz is a wonderful idea we keep in our back pockets, real or not. glad you liked it.

22nd Sep 2007, 03:48

Jesson says:

:-)

22nd Sep 2007, 03:58

Jig along says:

She'll be right mate.

Any day that you wake up is a good one:)

22nd Sep 2007, 06:39

paintist says:

ah the circus....lovely :-)

and a great story...

22nd Sep 2007, 17:08

I love circuses. the old ones are gone. with elephants that pulled up tents in the early morning. cirque du soleil is lovely, but sometimes I wish there was a little less style and more circus.

22nd Sep 2007, 22:18

minkey says:

Swamprose, just booked cirque du soleil for when they come to London. But nowadays they are doing it totally indoors. Not so much as a chapiteau :-( and not sure where the elephants will be....

23rd Sep 2007, 19:22

Spiderbaby says:

Great story :) I want to go to Australia too... Even on a good day .

25th Sep 2007, 22:40

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