...there will always be something to make you laugh.
I know this to be true. In the past week, my grandfather had a major stroke, my poor brother got sick here for half of his vacation, and I've been dealing with the usual dumbfucks (who email me at work knowing I'm on vacation too.) My grandmother on the opposite side of the family has been having mental health problems and that's the side that won't discuss mental illness, so I don't know what the fuck is going on.
One of my aunts even said, "I wish she was more normal, for all of our sakes." Right...she chooses to have severe bipolar disorder and it's a bag of giggles. I wonder what my aunt thinks of me?
Then I think in addition to dairy (I love cheese and basically can't eat it) being an inflammatory, wheat probably is as well, I'm finding (I also love everything made of whole wheat.) Why can't I have, say, inflammation from some food I can't stand, like beets or brussel sprouts?
Grump, grump, grump. Thank you, Elephant's Child, for listening to me grump with my thumbs today!
Because my ex's name is on this truck, which was literally moving shit from one place to another.
So apt. I invite one and all to photoshop this picture and add your own ex's name to the shit mover.
So you see, no matter how hard you get your grump on, there's always a laugh out there. You might not even have to look for it. You might even find it here!