Mark Twain said in The Tragedy of Pudd'nhead Wilson: "When angry, count four; when very angry, swear."
I swore ALL DAY today.
It takes a lot for me to get angry. It doesn't take much for me to cry. But reader, I'm not ashamed to admit that I was both angry and teary today. Why should one be ashamed of or embarrassed by emotions? I sure as hell am not.
Does that make you uncomfortable?
Anyway, I'm not feeling particularly funny at the moment. I'm still rather vexed.
Like Calvin said, "You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocketship underpants don't help."
Some days you just have to admit defeat.