I knew when I woke up, yesterday, that it was going to be one of those days. I ate white bread for breakfast. I was cranky. I felt fat...
So what did my lame and misguided ego do?
It made lemon bars. I had no shame. I made them and I ate them before they even cooled off.
Did the Vinca stop growing through the rocks? No.
Did my body image improve ? I don't think so...
Did I find solace in "Nineteen ways to clear the clutter for good"?
Or, in the cute card that I bought to make someone else feel good?
Not really...
Did I feel like this all day? Pretty much...
Did anyone care?
@#$%^&*@#$%^&**************
Have you ever done this?
Does any of it make sense?
Did I eat half of those lemon bars without even taking them out of the cake pan?....
Yes, I did.
Do I feel better today?...... kind of.
But, I'm not looking into another mirror or weighing myself until that little black beetle
turns around and says,
"Get a grip girl. Life is ups and downs... and sometimes, when you least expect it, someone is not careful about where they are stepping, and it's all over with. So... LIGHTEN UP!....and thanks for watching where you walk."
Not likely you say?
Then I think I'll have another lemon bar......





