I'm utterly disgusted with everything right now.
I had an alright weekend: Margaritas, a 21st birthday party for a co-worker, and a casino bus trip (where I lost all my money), but nothing really lifted my spirits.
A combination of the news that Mawmaw has to have a mastectomy in a little over two weeks and damn PMS has resulted in my emotional decline over the past several days. It's been hard for me to be happy, optimistic Hope. And, a part of me doesn't want to be. How can I be when my grandmother is going through this? As well, everywhere I turn someone else has some bad news: other sick relatives, bad relationships, putting cats to sleep, and on, and on.
I'll wear the brave face and be strong (as I always am). And, once the PMS passes, I'll be a little more myself again. And maybe you'll get a longer post from me then.
For now, how about some "Made Me Smile Monday" to make this post a little more bearable: