I believe I said, "get the fuck off my foot!!". My husband came in and obviously couldn't contain his laughter, and asked if I was 'ok'.
I think he was fearing another 2009 Flying Hairbrush Incident, where I precisely halved my hairbrush against a wall. Of course I still use the bristle part, and hubs never fails to remind me "cool brush, where'd you get it?".
Off to work I went, and was in a crabby mood, knowing that I would have previously appeased my foul Monday mood by promising myself some homemade nachos for dinner-of course that was 68 pounds ago.
Hubs is working lots of overtime this week since the Super Bowl is in town, so I'll be by all by myself with my carb-sucking thoughts. So all I could think of was that the only thing waiting for me at home to soothe my bitchiness is my elliptical. Um, yeah, not too comforting it turns out.
So at noon I had a works-in-progress to attend, and the poor guy got the brunt of my frustration and dessert desires. I grilled him up one side and down the other. And the fact that he couldn't answer me or defend his project pissed me off even more. Like I said-irrational-because I had a good loss this weekend, there is no need for diet anger I guess, but STILL...
Then my Mom sent me this video, and it melted my attitude...hope it makes your day that much better, too!!