Roller Coaster Day

I had a good day and I'm having a rough evening.

Work had a party for the April birthdays. It is always sweet (minus the confessions we always have to make). Cake, cookies, ice cream and flowers.

Flowers lead to memories, memories lead to math, math leads how much and how little. How little leads to pout. And here I am.

Well missy missy Sunshine says: It can only get better.

So I snuggled the cat, kicked my own backside, stomped out the pout and I'm getting on with it.

Wheeeeeeeeeee! (I ride roller coasters with my arms in the air!!!!!)