Friday, August 26, 2011


This is the perfect illustration of what happens to me on the regular. For me it usually ends with me saying my name outloud in a disappointed tone.
Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
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1 comment:

nc catherine said...

Oh fooey. That happens to me but less often. I am not sure if just refusing to let unhappy or unhealthy brain chatter dictate to me is the reason, or if being older means I am less horrible to myself, but the sad mood arrives less....but anyway I hear ya.

Watch out for Irene....