Today, I’m a wee bit crabby.
Okay, not just a wee bit.
I’m more like crabby to the tenth power or crabby with extra vinegar or crabby: return of the grrr.
I can’t really seem to shake the grouchiness, although I don’t know if anyone around me actually knows I’m crabby, save for Catherine, who has received the mother of all emails and several small whiny texts. But don’t worry — she can handle it. And she knows I’ll cook for her and do an interpretive dance in our living room if she waits out my itty bitty storm.
I’m not a huge fan of taking my moods out on people, but venting to roommates? Essential.
I do need to cheer myself up sometime in the next few hours, though (so I don’t bite a bus driver or attack the man who sells flowers when he waves carnations in my face and says, “FRESH!”)
I was trying to think of how I could accomplish this, and suddenly, the solution was clear: GET THE INTERNET TO DO IT.
I mean, there are millions of you out there. Surely there must be one or two of you who aren’t feeling el snarko?
Even if you are, join in the love:
- Please point me to a web site that will make me genuinely blissfully happy in some way, shape or form.
- Tell us a joke that will make me giggle like a fiend.
- Say something nice about my mother. That always makes me happy — and also! Her back is out and she is stuck in bed! Poor Mom!
- Give us a link to a picture that will make us all smile.
- How about a recipe suggestion that will lead to utter and complete bliss for my palate?
- JUST DO SOMETHING. I DON’T CARE, ANYTHING REALLY.
