That's Something

I miss my dog.

I hate the word menstruation.

I have had it with jackasses, dumbasses and generally ignorant motherf....

I have had it with the PC police.

I don't want to cook or clean or read or make art or write or eat anything that is even remotely good for me.

I didn't even turn the TV on today.

I want my dog back, perky, smiling and chewing her bones, looking at me with her cow eyes.

BUT

I did show up for a Dark of the Moon ritual.

I discovered  that there are still some real Goddessy & Witchy women in the world who aren't PC.

I managed to get a few pendants soldered.

I loaded and ran the dishwasher.

I did the weekly marketing in 20 minutes.

I only cried twice today.

And I got through the day without biting Manthing's head off.

That's something, isn't it?