Thursday, January 21, 2010

Ugly Day

Didn't hear the alarm. Woke up late.
It's gonna be an ugly day.

Quick shower. No time to style.
It's gonna be an ugly day.

I'm pony-tailin' it. Bangs in between.
Too short for tucking; too long for cute.
It's gonna be an ugly day.

Skin is dry, legs unshaven.
It's gonna be an ugly day.

Clothes in the dryer, still soaked.
It's gonna be an ugly day.

I try everything left in the wardrobe;
most of it ending up in the pile.
It's gonna be an ugly day.

An old brown sweater. An ankle-length skirt.
It's gonna be an ugly day.

Face is pale, zits are brewing.
It's gonna be an ugly day.

I race out the door, forgetting my watch.
No time for contacts. Spectacles, you're up!
It's gonna be an ugly day.

Get in the car; underwire snaps.
It's gonna be an ugly day.

Make it to work in the nick of time. Still...
It's gonna be an ugly day.

Fancy people come in;Fancy people go out.
I want to hide my "frumpy" under my desk.
It's gonna be an ugly day.

Tired. Hungry. Forgot my lunch.
It's gonna be an ugly day.

Reach in my drawer. Only chocolate.
It's gonna be an ugly day.

I take a bite of my chocolate-turned lunch
as Skinny Beautiful walks through the door. Ugh.
It's gonna be an ugly day.

Feeling like crap, fatter than before.
It's gonna be an ugly day.

Make-up has faded. Perfume has dwindled.
It's gonna be an ugly day.

To top it all off, I HAD to see her.
She's losing weight like never before.
It's gonna be an ugly day.

I liked her better when she was fatter.
It's gonna be an ugly day.

I liked her better when she was poorer.
It's gonna be an ugly day.

Driving home, the tears are brimming.
Too tired to cook, too down to care.
It's gonna be an ugly day.

Off come the work clothes, on go the PJs.
It's gonna be an ugly day.

Still feeling fat. Still feeling frumpy.
It's going to be an ugly day.

Need something to make it better.
Need something to make it go away.
It's gonna be an ugly day.

Tears start flowing. Snot starts dripping.
It's gonna be an ugly day.

Tears continue. Face gets puffy.
It's gonna be an ugly day.

Then in comes the call. I hear his voice.
In an instant, everything changes.
It's no more an ugly day.

11 comments:

Denise @ Sunflowers, Chocolate and Little Boys said...

I hope this wasnt really your day....it sound like a really crappy one. And chocolate for lunch is never a bad thing =D

debilyn said...

I don't think you could be ugly if you tried, Emma... but I can certainly understand the feelings that go along with having one of those days! Hope today is MUCH better :)

{ps- i have a new blog address:
everydaylifelines.com}

okeydokeyifine said...

Was ut your Dad calling? Your Bishop? The tidy bowl man? hahahahaha

greenolive said...

For me ugly days are the norm. I agree that you could never be ugly. I like the poem. Is it possible for it to be cute and awful at the same time? I mean the day sounded awful but the poem was actually kind of cute.

Susie said...

Sometimes all it takes is a comforting voice to make it all better:-)

Alice in Wonderland said...

I agree with Susie on this one! Sometimes all it takes is a kindly voice to make you feel happy!
Loved your poem...but in a sad sort of way!
Hope you are happy now! 8-)

Puphigirl said...

I've never had an ugly day where ALL those things happened together. But I have had sort of a mix-n-match from your list.

Puphigirl said...

I've never had an ugly day where ALL those things happened together. But I have had sort of a mix-n-match from your list.

ll said...

wonderful ..................................................

RhondaLue said...

oh man,that really IS an ugly day!!! Till the end of course.

Sweet Sassy Molassy said...

Ahh, Emma doesn't feel sponge worthy.:(