Ever have a moment or two where you just have to throw yourself a little pity party? (Even if you haven't, I so appreciate your nodding along so that I don't feel completely ridiculous.)
Well, that was me earlier tonight. I just broke down, sent out a quick party invitation, got a super fast RSVP from myself and then the PITY PARTY kicked off in full swing. I didn't even have time to set up decorations and get out the good snacks, it just hit me.
You name it, I was crying over it. Still upset about that pet goldfish that you lost 15 years ago? I probably shed a tear over it. The fact that there was no chocolate in the house did not help ease this process. It was as if the flood gates opened and there was no damming it up.
Then, I tried to pull myself together and just checked out the puffy eyes that areinviting the pity party back. Sometimes it just feels so good to cry.
UGH!!! I mean, tomorrow is a new day. :)
**Mr. Molly Lou was not home. If he had been, he probably would have run away as fast as he could and began researching various mental facilities for me.