Cranky Me

I hate today. I’m annoyed and frustrated with everyone and everything. Sometimes I wish I was five years old again and could justify throwing myself on the floor in a big ole teary tantrum. I feel like a petulant child...a petulant child with push-button publishing capabilities and an airplane bottle of Bushmills.
Okay then.
I feel better now.
I am off to teach pre-school.
Whiskey will have to wait.