I feel a bit crabby.

I can't figure out why.

I do not handle confused well.  I am down to two things that I know for sure.  That I love dresses and that books are God's escape here on earth.  The rest of life is all up in the air and over my head.  Well I guess I know three things.  But I do not feel very spiritual right now because right now I want to be a little pouty.

I would like to put my hands on my hips, stamp my feet, and throw a good, satisfying tantrum.

If I was younger, I would climb into my tree fort and stay until the world looked alright again.  Instead I'm propped up in bed watching the fire and enjoying my rotten mood.

Tonight I do not want to be fixed.

Sometimes I like to feel a little feisty.  A little ornery.  

Because the weather is simply maddening.  The wind is driving me crazy.  I am not good at driving a huge SUV and remembering to pack snacks and soccer cleats.  I am tired of repeating myself five times.  My toes are chipped.  My book had an irritating ending. There's a hangnail beginning on my favorite finger.  I'm getting a pimple on my left cheek.  I do not get pimples.  I forgot to pack conditioner. 

And I miss my pillow.

There.

Sometimes getting upset about the small things make the big things fade away.  Sometimes being crabby is my way of making fun of myself.

And sometimes it works.

So goodnight.  I'm in a lovely mood now.

Smiles all around.