That one book I used to read as a kid....

...was called Alexander and the Horrible, Terrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.  When I was a preschooler, my mom would read me that book all the time, and I loved it.  The illustrations were black and white pencil, which I've always liked, the little boy never smiled, which I thought was hilarious, and the title!  Who wouldn't want to read a book about a horrible, terrible, no good, very bad day?  Especially when most of the days in your four short years have been very, very bad days.  Even now, 10 years later, my family never uses the conveniently short and descriptive term "cruddy" to describe our days.  Nope; when life gives us lemons, we reply with a depressingly enthusiastic "Horrible, Terrible, No Good, Very Bad DAY!!"