As crabby as Mr. Burns but not as cunning
Violins, please start. Right now. Do not delay.
Today was one of those days. I wanted to put my hands over my face and scream, scream, scream, scream. Scream. Loud. Very, very loud.
May I be one of those bloggers with the perfect life, the perfect house, the perfect lawn? With the scrupulously clean floors, the artfully arranged pillows, and the always camera ready dogs? One of those bloggers who believes everything happens for a reason. That things always work out for the best. A regular Pollyanna with a home suitable for Elle Decor's persnickety editors. Please. I'm asking very nicely. That's what I want, and I really would be most grateful to get it before Christmas. I don't even need fancy gift wrap.
I exaggerated. A tad. A wee tad. I have the camera ready doggies. And they are a joy. Really.