I'm crabby. I don't know why. I didn't start out crabby, well not very anyway and then on my 80's, 90's and today's music Internet radio I heard not only Every Little Kiss by Bruce Hornsby but Funky Cold Medina too - I mean who can be crabby in the face of THAT kind of musical goodness?. Anyway, last night I was terribly crabby and then today it started dissipating throughout the day but about 2:00 p.m. it came back full-force for no reason at all. And kind of down and the dumps and weepy on top of it. What the heck. Nothing has changed. Life is the same as it was at 1:45. Whatever... I hate it when I can't identify my feelings because goll darn it I like to control everything. Okay, well maybe I don't like to control everything but I do like it to all go my way. There I said it. I think I should be treated as the princess I know I am (the HotY is going to love my attitude tonight). LOL! I don't really think I'm a princess, really I don't, but sometimes I just like to think about what it might be like :-)
Okay I have obligations calling my name. A crabby, I could cry if you tell me you don't like my pedicure, attitude to analyze and I have to pee. I'm a busy girl! I might post some photos later.