Gah!

Look, I realize that I'm not the best person in the world, but do I really deserve a morning where : I wake up late, there's no hot water, my dog pukes (though to his credit he ran straight to the door and waited until he was outside), my cat pees on the futon, I drop my cereal all over the carpet and break the bowl (the only matching food thingies we have), snap and break my bra strap, trip and fall in front of a commenting neighbor, miss my bus and arrive 45 minutes late to work?

Do I?