5yo neice Skylar: Aunt Sherry, WHAT is this!!? (pointing at the poop on the cup that currently holds her hot chocolate)
Me: It’s poop. (massive 5yo dirty look ensues) The mug says ‘coffee makes me poop.’
Skylar: Why did you giveme this?!
Me: Why not? It’s a funny mug.
Skylar: Because I hate this! It’s NOT FUNNY!
It’s funny sometimes, you wake up in the morning and all feels right with the world. Then your day begins and that one tiny thing sets you off on a path of knowledge that today, of days, will not go well for you, or anyone else that is associated with you.
The lack of appreciation that you feel on a regular, if not daily basis, comes in droves. You get to the office and read an email, that is meant to be uplifting and informative, makes you wonder why it wasn’t just called “Ways to kiss the Boss’ ass.” and instead makes you want to punch babies. Disclaimer, it WAS a pretty ass-kissy email. Fuck that at 9am. <—- See what I mean??!
So, here’s to you, sibling in raving lunacy…you are not alone. You are in good company. Mediocre company. Meh, you’re not alone.