You know your day will be poop when...

 ... Your mom calls you at 7:15 am to wish you good look on your "minor surgery" scheduled for 8:00 am, and you're still tucked in bed in your strawberry pajamas and a lazy-ass cat with nothing better to do than loaf around, snoring, and not waking you up (as per his job!) Aces.

10 minutes, one of the world's quickest shower, three panicked "where am I going" phone calls, and a whole lot of "sh*t sh*t sh*t's" later and I was out the door looking somewhat presentable (provided I kept my arms down, as it would appear either A) my torso shrunk or more likely, B) my button down shirt is far too small...)

C'est la vie, non? Three cheers for mom's with super brains and dad's who send messages to said mother's super brains to call and wake their near brainless daughter.