When you wash all your clothes, take a long, hot shower, and prepare for a wonderfully relaxing day with a good friend, only to discover that the dog has escaped his kennel in the thunderstorm, torn up the backyard, and is currently sitting at the back door, wagging his tail and throwing mud everywhere. Oh, and it's around 35 degrees. And you have no rain boots. And your backyard is flooded. And the scent of Eau de Wet Mutt is wafting into your kitchen. Yeah, yesterday was a good day.