I am just in that kind of mood today.
Anyone who has crossed me recently should give me a wide berth, or else.
Call it bitch-tired.
2009 has been a bit grim, to be honest.
I am losing my temper (and my grip) quicker than I should.
The beach calls, but until then, thankfully, I have not yet lost my sense of humour.
Nothing comforts me more in cranky times than a laugh.
Although discovering good things on fine websites by great chicks also lifts the black cloud, temporarily.
And if you can do both at once?
I could even cheer up.
Stumbling upon this has helped: arse biscuits and tea-pot, from my new blog-crush, Belgian waffle ( She, too, is a slattern and an unfit mother.)
C’mon over for some CruelTea.
If you’re brave enough.
Would you like some tea? Oops! Silly me, sorry I spilled. And on your new white silk caftan, too.
I thought you were my friend. Take the "Big Arse one," why don't you?
