Everyone has good and bad days, precariously balanced on the scale of life. While the realist in me knows that there will inexorably be terrible-horrible-no-good-very-bad days, the ultimate goal is to tip the scale towards the positive side as often as possible. (Can I hear a “Heck yeah!”?)
Before you make flawed assumptions about me, I want you to understand that I’m not squeamish, particularly when it comes to animals. I adore all kinds of critters, more than I like most people.
Audacity. Insolence. Gall. Shameless. Profligate. No, I’m not auditioning as a thesaurus. I’m simply trying to resolve the narcissistic irony of the Douche’s latest frippery. And no, it wasn’t intentional raillery on his behalf, but if the pantyhose fit – Pull. Them. Up.
I used to be a food snob. Elitist even. I wasn’t simply a proponent of healthy, Organic food, but if it journeyed on a fossil-fuel gobbling Big Rig from across the country, I turned up my nose. Local or none at all (excepting fairly traded coffee, chocolate & spices of course)!