the floor. I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible , no good, very bad day. At breakfast, my brother tripped me and I dropped my bowl on my head. I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I think I will move to Texas. I could tell it was going to be aterrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. On the way to school I fell in a puddle. At school we had a math test and I got an F. I could tell it was going to be a bad day because, I stepped in gum, a bowl fell on my head, I fell in a puddle, and I got an f on my test. At lunch I tripped and fell in my food. I could tell it was going to be a terible, horrible, no good, very bad day. After lunch, I went to the library but I couldn't get any books out because I didn't turn mine in. On my way home from school a dog chased me home. At dinner my fork fell on my leg and poked me. It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. After dinner my cat scratched me. At bedtime my brother took my covers. It has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. My mom syas some days are like that. Even in Texas. |