So, I am, admittedly in a funk, and I have no idea where to put the commas in this sentence. As Tina Fey's character on 30 Rock would say, "Blerg." That's right, blerg.
So, for you, on this breezy, January Saturday, a picture of The Second Handsomest Guy in our house. Beezus, take a bow. I love how you can see his whiskers and the way his little toesies are all spread out. He looks very adventurous, in my opinion.
He is a good guy- way past his prime at the ripe old age of 13 months so with him, every day he's alive is just simply a bonus. Strange as it may seem, I spend a tiny chunk of my mornings, checking on him and mentally preparing for the day he turns to dust. There is just something warm and comforting about the low-maintenence lifestyle of this little guy. Now, enough about the rodent.
And back to The Funk. And I don't mean that play-that-FUNKy-music-white-boy kind of funk. I just think I've got a bad case of The Mondays that's lasted all week. Not quite sure what to attribute it to, exactly, but it is here with a vengance, nonetheless. I really hate this sort of mood because it makes me feel selfish and whiny and rarely matches my shoes.
Oh, Elusive and Pesky Funk,
I've got too much good stuff going on in This Little Corner to have you running amuck in my day. You are not welcome here, and I plan to combat you with warm, cuddley living things, big hugs, good television and lots of coffee. So, please leave immediately, you are not welcome here.
How do you fill your Blue Days? What kinds of things do you like to do when you wake up feeling like a Grumpasaurus? Suggestions?
I will notify you once the fog has lifted. :)