I thought I was going to die this afternoon. Things that should be easy little annoyances are insurmountable life tragedies today.
I dropped my phone in a bucket of paint last week, and it still isn't quite right.
It's 92 degrees and I'm too cheap to run the air conditioner.
I've been to the grocery store 3 times today. For 1 item each time.
I've also cried 3 different times. (But not about or at the grocery store. Just in case you were wondering.)
It's possible that giving up caffeine, artificial sweeteners, sugar, and white flour all on the same day was not the most level headed idea I've ever had. But you know me and moderation. It happens about as often as my kids clean their bedrooms without being asked. In other words, about every single time h*ll freezes over. But as you can see, we've got h*ll burning away here today in the Mile High City, with no chance of moderation in the forecast.
That whole dying prediction from this afternoon? I guess it was just wishful thinking.
I don't sound crabby, do I? (You'd better say no. I don't think I can handle a yes.)