Wikipedia tells me that the ides was a day in the Roman calendar that marked the approximate middle of the month. (Good thing it's approximate, because the middle of March is the 16th). Personally, April 15th has been a worse day for me than March 15, but it doesn't have a catchy saying.
I started the day as usual - shower & breakfast-while-checking-twitter - and was still eating when Wanda got home from the gym.
She was having a bad day.
She had been in a (minor) car accident on the way home. She stopped (of course) to exchange insurance information. After they had done that, she pulled into a parking lot to put her driver's license away, and couldn't find her wallet.
She walked back to where they'd been - no wallet.
That's right, she'd worked until 6 a.m., went to the gym, got in a car accident, and lost her wallet. I hadn't even brushed my teeth yet.
She was pretty shaken, but had recovered somewhat by the time I went to work.
Before 9, she texted me - she'd also fallen down the stairs.
When I called her, I was literally laughing so hard I couldn't talk. Then she told me it was the ides of March.
She can't say she wasn't warned.
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