Friday, July 22, 2011

Sometimes cupcakes just aren't enough.

What a week.  Complete with Near-Meltdown-Thursday.  Before the day was over I was throwing stuff.  Not heavy stuff, and not at people. But I was, indeed, throwing stuff. 

Someone brought me a tiny cupcake.  Then I went and found another one.  The last one, which I unashamedly announced I was not sharing. So there.  Not that I think anyone would have asked, given my mood.  Neither of them really helped.

When I left work I went to Publix and bought a pint of expensive gelato. I gave one spoonful to my daughter, and took the rest to my bedroom, where I ate it while I stared blankly at the computer screen watching other people Facebook about their less-crappy day. I did some other stuff, blah, blah, blah, and then my husband sent me to bed at 7:30.  It was the best idea I'd heard all day. 

It's a pretty bad day that can't be salvaged by cupcakes and ice cream. I might not have believed such a thing possible if I hadn't seen it myself.

The gelato was really good, though.


  1. I have those sometimes, and even bacon doesn't help. =S
    Sorry! You can always write me and vent. I'm good at being vented at.

  2. It IS a bad day that can't be salvaged by bacon. We must guard ourselves against such horrors!