It's amazing that when you've had a great day - a relaxing, beautiful Sunday, topped with a wonderful night with your girls - that stupid small things can somehow bog you down.
I've decided not to let them. At least I'm trying. Don't sweat the small stuff. Don't sweat the small stuff. Don't sweat the small stuff, Rebekah.
I'm trying. I'm TRYING, ladies and gents. Give me some cred.
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sir, don't sweat the small stuff.
Sir, I'm not. Phew.
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