...when everything goes wrong all at once, and then the doorbell rings and it's been so crazy that you are not even properly dressed for the day yet but you answer the door anyway to find two JW's ( Jehovah's Witnesses) who want to talk to you ...But I guess one isn't required to be spiffed up to send them packing. But that was just the element of the day that was like that proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. After that, I laughed and cried at the same time.
( That whole last paragraph was actually the title to this post...but it wouldn't all fit in the title section. But you can just consider the post really starting now):
In the spirit of the title:
Did your mother ever tell you that if you couldn't say anything nice, then you shouldn't say anything at all?
This is me, not saying anything.