Greatest invention, ever, period. The person who created this item, this thing that relieves the tension that crawls in your hands when you want to make a fist and hit a wall, this thing that lets you move all that stress into one itty-bitty squishy ball, deserves a fucking gold metal. It's fucking fabulous.
I am billing to one case for 8.5 hours now. One case. Can you tell why I need a stress ball? And I bought a Diet Coke today. I don't drink soda. I actually do not like soda. But I bought one - I'm sure that explains how my day has been progressing.
I need an M moment. M&M :) And I need chocolate. And for fuck's sake I need to go home and take care of my dogs! Lord knows what they have done to my apartment by now - and lord knows I am so heart-broken that I cannot be home to take them outside to go potty. :( Its moments like these that I feel like a very awful momma.
Stress ball, oh stress ball, please, please, take me away....
2 comments:
Stress balls ARE great. As is chocolate. Mmm mmm deliciousness.
PS
Thanks for the link love. (That's No. 42 on the "Easy Ways to Gain Subscribers" hitlist.
HUGS :)
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