Monday, August 5, 2013

An Attack of the Grumpies

It isn’t often that I wake up grumpy, but I did so on Sunday morning. It didn’t help when the microwave went out—it will probably cost a few hundred bucks to fix. It didn’t help when I called my mother and listened to her complain about everything she could think of. If you think the world and everything in it is going to hell in a hand basket just e-mail me and I’ll gladly share my mother’s phone number. Tell her you hate Obama and she’ll invite you to her place and reward you with a sumptuous meal that will include kale.

To find out what cured my case of the grumpies click here.

1 comment:

  1. LOL My MIL would have kept your mom busy for hours :)