ticked

ticked

 

 

i am not easily offended.

 

i am not one to even get angry all that often.

 

but you know what really makes me mad

like blood-curdling face-melting pissed off?

 

breaking cute one-of-a-kind dishes my mom gave me,

 

and

 

getting plum juice on my brand new shirt i made for a dollar out of really cute fabric.

 

{i know i know.... it was a dollar} but seriously folks, wasn't breaking the dish plenty in one morning....? i only got to wear the shirt once!!

 

i spent all day boiling water, and sitting my precious oh-so-expensive shirt in special stain removers.

 

i would like to go back in time, to yestermorn and be more on my game.

 

pay close attention to all the nooks and crannies of the day...

 

and when i called to tell my mom of afore mentioned reasons for being so ticked at the world, she interjected to tell me of a dear family friend that passed. 

 

boy do i feel stupid.

 

it's a dish.

 

and fabric. that cost me a dollar.

 

perhaps i need a nook and cranny adjustment after all.

 

dear self,

 

get over yourself.

 

big red clifford

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