Ouch

I was at lunch, minding my own business, eating my friend's fries, and being insulted by my best enemy, (not to mention insulting him back,) when I heard my name being called across the lunchroom. "Jenicaaaaaa!"
I quickly got up (doubting there would be fries left when I came back,) and went over to my dear junior friend, who was waving at me emphatically.
"Guess what!" he called when I got to him.
"What?" I asked, hoping to sound equally excited.
"I got a car! It's so old, I can't even get in it reverse..." He went on to describe his Honda, (I think he said it was a Honda,) and we came to the conclusion that our car-loving parkour friend would hate it. We laughed together over this. I went back to my table and listened once more to puns about my face, and then on the way home, the chain came off my mother's wobbly-handled, borrowed mountain bike as I made my way uphill from the High School towards home. When I got to the Tabernacle, I realized I didn't have my camera with me, so I'd have to come again through the hot sun to take temple pictures later. I sat down on the steps to the Tabernacle to do my personal study and found that I had smeared the grease from my bike chain all over the fragile pages of my scriptures. I went the rest of my way to my home, and on the way, talked to my old Seminary teacher, (Who's working at the Middle School currently.) I got home and decided, despite the prospect of another bike ride in the hot sun, the probability of losing my chain, and the grease on the pretty, gold-lined pages of my scriptures, that I was going to, in the words of yet another Seminary teacher, "Make myself a good day." And you know what? It works.