I threw a big stinkin' fit yesterday (totally unlike me, I know). Remember how excited I was to drink champagne in the park? Well, then I changed my mind and decided to be Stressball Anne, because sometimes, you've just got to put up with me and my changing moods. Stressball Anne went on and on and on about how much she had to do, how silly things like work and buying face lotion and drying her hair were eating up HER LIFE (yes, seriously, those were my complaints) and that she
just
couldn't
take
it
anymore.
So did we go to the park? Of course we did! But oh did Stressball Anne grumble the whole way. Did she publicly voice her desire to kick a little mangy nasty horrible rat dog? Yes, she did (don't judge. You know you want to, too!).
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| Watch out, ratdog! |
But little by little, Stressball Anne went away.
She took off her shoes.
She popped open that bottle of champagne.
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| Shhhh don't tell! |
And, yes indeed, she looked over at that adorable soulmate of hers
and enjoyed the sunshine (and of course, the champagne). Both very good for the soul.
The end.
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| Thank you, Alamo Square, for restoring my calm (from both me and Mr. Awesome, who I think just couldn't take Stressball Anne anymore no matter how hard he tried!). |
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