Wasn’t a great day …

to begin with… and then someone stole Brad’s bike. From inside our porch enclosure. He says, “it’s the worst day of my life.” You first want to say, to wake him of his naivete, “aww, kid, it’s not the worst day,” but that means, “no there will be ones far worse than this,” which I don’t think is a great message. Thanks to craigslist I’ve found a decent replacement. If only it were always that easy.