So, you ever have one of those days where something makes you so furious you’re shaking and so you’re all, well, THAT isn’t productive, let’s go take the kids to the farm, and you take them to the farm, and you chat with your good friend for a while and she gives you zucchini bread and you enjoy the sweet toddlers on the farm playground and then you leave the farm and in the car you think, hey, I wonder if I’m still mad about that thing, and then you think about it for, like a tenth of a second, and huh, yep, still vibrating with rage?
I’m sorry, I know this is vague-blogging in the worst way, it’s just a non-bloggable aspect of my life in which, I swear, some people made a checklist of every single thing that pisses me off, and decided to do ALL OF THEM at me for, like, three hours today.
It’s not kids, family, or karate, and it will probably be fine, but I needed to vent for a minute.
Anyway. As you were.
(Although I wouldn’t mind inventive curses being called down upon my foes’ heads on my behalf.)