I’m not THAT happy
(Today’s title change is for you, Egghunt.)
For heaven’s sake, can’t a girl express a little gratitude without everyone thinking she’s HAPPY? I have a reputation for pessimism and snarkiness to protect. In fact, Friday I had a department meeting that left me fuming with rage (my colleagues are such jackasses, and when I try to divert their jack-assery, I just end up being a jackass too) and hating my job, and I felt like shit all weekend and snarled at my husband and didn’t get the ironing done. SO THERE! (But I suppose you guys will see through this pathetic pretense, because it’s true that, globally, I am happier than I’ve been in a super long time. It’s just that there’s a heavy layer of real life on top of that happiness.)
Anyway, I wanted to share an awesome dream I had last night in which some stupid, insipid woman showed me her positive pregnancy test (it was a new-fangled design with a huge happy face and like pink and blue balloons on it) and I hurled it across the room in horror and disgust. Just so you know I am still a hater.