I'm going to talk about something else from now on okay?
Promise. I'm just going to throw my last little kicking and screaming fit and then I'm going to draw myself up like any good southern woman should.
I will be a steel magnolia.
I will glisten (as opposed to my current state of sweating like a sow).
I will glow (rather than puddle).
You know, when I was little, and I was whining about some toy or something that I thought I desperately needed lest I die, my dad would say, "honey, people in hell want ice water."
Well I'm here to tell you that no… no they don't.
They want out of hell.
Alright, I've said my peace. We must now face and endure what we cannot change, right?
Come back to tomorrow and I will move this blog back to the
happy side of the street.
No really. Pinky swear.