Tuesday, December 16, 2014


When I have a cranky day, you can pretty much guarantee that at some point in it, I will stick out my tongue and blow a raspberry at something.  I'm mature that way.

I spent most of yesterday, rolling my eyes (again, you can see my high level of maturity), blowing raspberries, and calling things "STOOO-pid".  I still haven't stopped.  It beats crying, and it doesn't come with a hangover like an all day drink-a-thon does.

I think I need to find something away from other people to do for the rest of the day, unless, of course, I can find someone to kvetch with who appreciates my maturity and wit (which is often mistaken for biting sarcasm).
I want a castle and a cow-tapult).

1 comment:

  1. Tell me when you reach maturity. At 73 I'm still looking for mine. LOL


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