I had every intention . . .
of making my bed
of exercising today
of not eating that fourth empanada
of making that call
of walking George
of taking my vitamins
of swapping out my seasonal clothes
of shaving my legs
of drinking my eight glasses of water
of making a new plan Stan
of getting on the bus Gus
of putting on a happy face
Yes, I have been known to wallow in it a bit. It's my Cancerian nature I've been told. And who doesn't like to wallow just a teeny bit from time to time?
It's not pleasant. I caught a glimpse of my face in a store mirror the other day when I wasn't expecting it and, hey! Is that me? I look so crabby! Your face is going to stay that way!
When I'm driving I'm looking to pick a fight with other drivers. Really? You want to do that? I can run your ass off the road quicker than I can say dumbass.
What are your intentions?