Yeah I had a day last month and if it could go wrong it did. I walked into the door frame (I still don't know how) stubbed my toe on the end of the bed, managed to shred my legs shaving, and was ment to be going clubbing that night. I just had this feeling that at least one dopey/nutty/obsessive ex had to be there. We met our mates in the pub prior and Mr Booga and I had a bit of a dissagreement about a matter. It almost got a bit heated but he called a hault to it. Not a single ex was there and it was an amazing night, so at least the day improved! And I admitted that Mr Booga was right and I was out of order. Although I did forget my high heels, and had to wear my trainers for the night. People said they looked good though. All in all a night made of win to make up for the day.