Hormonal issues coupled with a natural flair for drama can often lead to the most horrifying blog posts ever. Fun fact!
Today I visited a friend and her new baby girl and had some much-needed Girl Time. If there’s anything better for curing a shitty mood than a sweet baby, dear friends, lattes and brownies I’d like to know what it is. I woke up still feeling a bit down and but two seconds into my visit with Megan, her mom and new baby Madison I swear I was cured.
I even baked the aforementioned brownies. I think maybe that helped, too. They were from a box but still. I USED AN OVEN. This is huge.
Anyway, this freak out was not caused by Boy Trouble, so put down the torches and pitchforks, OK? I’m fine. Really. Sorry to make this sound like some sort of Interweb suicide note, but the Zelda Fitzgerald routine has passed. Carry on!
Is This Thing On? 
glad you have bounced back.
and what is blog for, other than to vent one’s spleen?
I really thought the title was going to some how reference the fact that Sesame Street turned forty but that’s okay I still enjoy the rants of CDK.
Hang in there kiddo!