I feel down today for some reason. I think hormones. I’m ranging from wanting to drum my heels and throw a fit like a 2-year-old early this morning to feeling weepy before it is even 11 AM.
Yeah, gotta be the hormones.
I wonder if it is normal that I have the desire to drum my heels and throw a fit like a 2 year from time-to-time? Like do other mature adults have these feelings or am I just a nut?
Anyway, in search of a pick-me-up, I’ve looked at shoes and a pair of Frye boots that I’m lusting over but guess what, Frye boots don’t come in size 5. I sway between annoyance (what, I can never ever own a pair of boots even if I win the lottery?) and relief that D won’t divorce me for buying a pair of $300 boots.
Not, feeling not at all better, I looked through some of my favorite bloggers and finally laughed-out-loud after reading some advice to 21-year-old from a soon to be 30-year-old.
Like advice #8. I have to wonder what kind of face I have in repose. I have an awful feeling it is kinda bi&@%y. How does one change what comes naturally? Not that I’m saying I’m b#t&ch*… I’m not. But I’m so shy of strangers that I may actually look unapproachable.
#9, don’t drink too much rum ever? I would add, don’t drink too much vodka ever. Just saying.
Also #16. Dresses and heels are indeed awesome.
I could have really used #19 when 21. I will always regret not going on that cross-country trip with my college friends. I mean who wants to do that when the bones are all rickety?
Of course, #20 is something I’m slowly but surely learning to do.
If you, too, need a pick-me-up, go read Joy the Baker. She has a really funny writing style.