That's right. Maybe I have a bad attitude. After all, I've been feeling like a petulant teenager lately, perhaps I've been radiating teen angst vibes to those situated closest to me in the office. All I really know is that I can't take it swirling around in my brain much longer. Motion, I need motion! Someone kick me in the ass, please. Right in the tushy!
I swear, funny stories will appear here magically soon enough.
Mothers shouldn't pick fights with their children over the phone when their children are at work. Am I right?