Usually when you see a girl jumping up and down loudly expressing her disapproval of the situation, she is in the cereal aisle, she is not getting a box sugar-coated, uniformly-puffed deliciousness, and she is accompanied by her mommy.
None of these describe my surroundings this morning, yet my heels did leave the linoleum while my mouth erupted in a lava of less than loving language. It might have looked like a temper tantrum, but it was actually a fairly sane response to fairly unreasonable circumstances.
I’m not even embarrassed by it. Because I think I was actually the most grounded person in the room—even if was, at times, a few inches off the floor.
That was my day. How was yours?
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