Finding a little left-over coffee in my cup that I thought was empty..
Getting the perfect bubble-gum bubble..
Getting all 5 fingers in the correct slots in my gloves on.the.first.try. happy happy happy!
Deciding to actually throw away the sock that you just discovered has a wee hole in the heel.. life's too short for holey socks.
Not getting stopped by the for-ever-red-light..you know, as in it's GREEN..not that I don't stop...when it's red...or "getting stopped" by the police..
Someone doing the obligatory "thank you" wave when I let them in front of me..
Yes, happyhappyhappy..
But, I guess I can get equally in serious grumpage-mode pretty easily too.
Getting three fingers in one slot and trying to adjust and not being able to figure out who's not in the right place...
Finding an empty, cold, messy coffee cup when my brain says it needs more..
Deciding not to toss the socks..no wait..I've gone beyond that. I WILL TOSS HOLEY SOCKS!
So, what I'm apparently saying is that I am totally hot & cold..black & white..happy & grumpy..at any given moment.
For practically NO reason at all..
huh..maybe I'm not all lightness & fluff all the time.
Nah. Just having deep thoughts on a chocolate-deprived day.
What makes YOU happy? Mad? Crabby? Is it BIG things..... or wee things?
Well, anyway..maybe I should just get some of those fingerless gloves and call it good...
-me
9 comments:
Wee things make me happy..but big to me. I just put a meatloaf in the oven..that makes me happy cause it is going to be yummy for dinner!
Reading your blog posts always cheers me. Getting the house clean and then reading a good book--heaven! You know I hate losing things or when some device breaks--ARGH! I'm mercurial too--up one second and down the next, like a roller coaster for sure.
I'm sittting here in my holey socks, yes they're holey, (can't get rid of them, they're my favorite and have a picture of pomeranians on them) Anyway, I love in the morning when my pom chip, gives me kisses, and nuzzles when he wakes up. That cute little face just lights my life!
Oh well...I can answer this very easily today because I just got crabby. I get crabby whenever I have to explain myself more than three times. Three times is my limit and if anyone isn't following along then forget it. I get crabby whenever I have to explain myself more than three times. Three times is my limit and if anyone isn't following along then forget it. I get crabby whenever I have to explain myself more than three times. Three times is my limit and if anyone isn't following along then forget it.
I will not live with holey socks! It is a revolution!
Your so much fun to read. This was so entertaining. Thank you for making me laugh.
Little things can also make me happy or grumpy;
Happy - someone being kind enough not to block the intersection in front of my building so I can get out.
Grumpy - having to ram said vehicle with MY vehicle to get out.
I think were twins!!!!
Ha, I call them my Sunday Socks....
But ya, they get tossed too. What makes me happy, mad, crabby?
L.I.F.E :)
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