Caution - Bad Mood Ahead...

Saying I woke up on the wrong side of the bed would be an understatement.  My mood says I woke up under the bed, with the dust bunnies.

I'm cranky bitchy.  

Don't ask me why.  Who the hell knows.  Who the hell cares.  I know it and I'm dealing with it (in my own way). 

My mother used to say if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all.  So with that little tidbit, I leave you with this (it made me smile - yesterday).   

 

Comments

Everyday Goddess said…
I would say you do have it bad, if the Grim Reaper makes you laugh! LOL!

Your blog banner cheers me up, what a lovely place to daydream.
October 19, 2010 at 9:53 AM
VandyJ said…
Everyone's entitled to their off days. Hope it passes soon.
October 19, 2010 at 10:00 AM
Simply Suthern said…
LOL, Well they say the first step to getting better is to admit you got it. Cheer up at least that aint you there in the chair.
October 19, 2010 at 10:01 AM
raydenzel1 said…
Vacation is coming up? You will be fine.
October 19, 2010 at 10:56 AM
Maude Lynn said…
If you can't say anything nice, come sit next to me! Can't remember who said that originally . . .
October 19, 2010 at 11:45 AM
Brian Miller said…
ha. my what cold hands you have...

so why not go back to bed? smiles.
October 19, 2010 at 12:53 PM
Beatriz said…
I'm with you but I say enjoy being cranky (or bitchy), I find it relaxing. After a day of bitchiness I find myself refreshed ;D
October 19, 2010 at 1:43 PM
Sarah said…
Nice cartoon - you seem to find a lot of funny ones. Hope you day is getting better - it will be over soon (if it isn't already by the time I am writing this). Hugs from me to you!
October 19, 2010 at 4:43 PM
Rachel said…
It happens to the best of us.
October 20, 2010 at 8:49 AM
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