I must admit, I've been in a bad mood these past few days -- a little down in the dumps, feeling a little blue. My hubby might argue that I have been a raging snatch, but we'll just work with a tad crabby, for the sake of argument.
I don't know if it's the oppressive heat, which has forced us to stay in doors, or the fact that still miss "work Michele" but either way, it's noticable.
Today I found the sure-fire fix for my malasie. An instant pick-me-up. A karma lift. A tight-fitting tee shirt from the Foo Fighters. For those days when your breasts are the only good thing going in your life at the moment.
In two to three weeks, I will be officially over my funk. Until then, fuck off, pantywaists!
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After the storms of the past week, Jenn and I are on our 3rd day without power during the hottest week of the year. We started out doing nicely, but after a few days it's broken down to "why do you have to do that breathing thing... it's so repetitious."
But rest assure... I'm sure you're Foo Fighter's T-shirt is a pick me up not just for you, but all those that would admire your Superman Band-aid.
You just can't seem to get over that band-aid! I'll send you a box and since it's so hot, Jen can wear just those to bed at night!
Send her the whole Supergirl outfit. Then, perhaps, we'll work on that Princess Leia slave girl costume...
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