Some days I am just mean.
The other day I was such a pill that my husband (one of the planet's nicer/smarter people) said "eat something or go to bed".
I wanted to shove a pie in the face(s) of my nearest and dearest. I wished total strangers, who just happened across my evil path, the short brutal life of a kindergarten pet. And all they had to do was be in the car in front of me at the light.
I might have been in need of a rabies shot. Or something. It's not like I woke up with my hair on fire and had a reason to be such a grouch. I just was. Maybe life would be better if I had enforced time out every day for ten minutes. Let the steam out of my ears...
I would benefit greatly from an automatic 10 second delay between brain and mouth. It would sure improve the lives of the people around me.
All I can figure is that this is officially the time of year when everything is a pain in the ass. Does anybody else dread the holidays?
I'm over myself. I have to go find my sense of humor. I think I put it in a brick and hit someone with it.