Cranky





(Scratches scalp, sighs)
I should remember how to add this code into my blog?
I did it before.
I can’t remember.

Distract and come back to it?

Oh, fine.

Everyone on Facebook is feeling blessed.
Think I’ll take a walk.
See if I can remember to appreciate my legs.

‘How’s it going, hun?’
(Huffs: can't think with that racket going on!)
‘Do you want some wine?’
Neither question requires an answer.




Comments

  1. Jo3 April 2015 at 21:43

    Know how you feel. Wine is a good cure.

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  2. The Cranky3 April 2015 at 23:13

    Feeling a bit cantakerous myself today; shall we just be cranky together?

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    1. Lisa Southard4 April 2015 at 20:45

      Hope you've cheered up by now Jacqueline- but a grump every now and then helps to keep balance :-)

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  3. Dixie@dcrelief4 April 2015 at 03:28

    Well, let's hope the weekend is pretty and enjoyable :))

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    1. Lisa Southard4 April 2015 at 20:46

      Weekend is awesome, Dixie- my cranky moments never last :-)

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  4. Geo.4 April 2015 at 05:04

    Unfortunately, some codes are designed to induce amnesia after use. I have the same problem.

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    1. Lisa Southard4 April 2015 at 20:48

      Aha! Something to do with the built in obsolescence one suspects... I've ignored it for today- a change is as good as a solution :-)

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