Frankly, there is not one day that goes by when my temper isn't stirred or my irk isn't challenged. What irk? Sometimes I prance about as if the Queen of Sheba has arrived. I deserve to be laughed at. Mocked. Ridiculed. Put ass ears on my head and make me bray.
Silly, isn't it? What really do I have to get upset about? Let me list the silliest thing I can recall this week.
Falling into a sulky tantrum because I couldn't find marshmallows in the house to dip into my chocolate fondue.
Today, I'm happy. I will try remember "TODAY" so that the next time I fall into a sulk, I will remember that it is possible to be happy. I am happy. How did that happen? The cross has said it all.