Bright spots
I'm just going to level with you: I am in a lousy mood. I'm sorry, but there it is.
However, despite the black cloud under which I am traveling, there were two things that pierced my cold, dark heart on my way to work this morning.
1. A guy who looked like a younger Brad Pitt walking his nice, normal-sized dog past my house. (Ridiculously handsome men are weirdly easier to come by around here than normal-sized dogs. The combination was quite arresting.)
2. Crossing the street, a young woman wearing huge headphones, looking serious verging on scowly, and seeming unaware that she is clutching a pinata under her arm and trailing three helium balloons with bonus streamers.
That may be as good as it gets today. Carry on, good people.
However, despite the black cloud under which I am traveling, there were two things that pierced my cold, dark heart on my way to work this morning.
1. A guy who looked like a younger Brad Pitt walking his nice, normal-sized dog past my house. (Ridiculously handsome men are weirdly easier to come by around here than normal-sized dogs. The combination was quite arresting.)
2. Crossing the street, a young woman wearing huge headphones, looking serious verging on scowly, and seeming unaware that she is clutching a pinata under her arm and trailing three helium balloons with bonus streamers.
That may be as good as it gets today. Carry on, good people.