Hormones are the Devil

I can hardly stand myself when I'm moody.

This weekend is an eharmony free weekend. My son walked into the office yesterday and said, "What are you doing on eharmony?"
"I am rejecting men, honey. It's very therapeutic."
I am sure not going to fall in love with some computer profile. That's not natural, in my opinion. I like the free weekend, because then I can see how there are lots of eligible bachelors out there, and they are all freaks, then I can hit the "close" button that rejects them. It's very tidy. I get to see all these men's profiles, and I can eliminate the option, all without wasting perfectly good makeup. It's like catalog shopping. You get to browse, and circle what you want, without actually spending money. Only what I want ain't there. It's quite satisfying to toss out what I don't want, though.

Here's the bad stuff from my day:
The microwave? Lightning and smoke, just moments ago.
The car? 100+ thousand miles and needing some work.
The kids? Braces needed for a mere 4k
The love life? Yeah, whatever.
I need to win the lottery. No, I need to play the lottery. How's my faith holding up? You impressed?

I was then planning to list the great stuff from my day, but I really don't want to cheer up. I am perfectly happy being grumpy, thank you very much.
I am now going to curl up
in my bed
alone
again
with a glass of red wine, any chocolate I can find, and a weepy movie.