Fe-math

Whereas...

A = Driving two hours across town to a moderately important, though brain killingly dull, work function, being late and being turned away due to one's frazzled inability to manage simple Mapquest directions and "thinking" one has the cognitive capacity to find "a faster way,"

B = Bloating up like a bullfrog doing whippets, and;

C = Being moved to tears by "needing a man in my life who loves puppies and makes cakes like that fine Brawny paper towel guy" or the minor annoyances such as the lack of ketchup...

A + B + C = P

Dig?

Comments

Meadow said…
Got it. And I feel your pain.
10:33 AM
V said…
Lol! I'm glad someone does, Renee. It seems to be worse beforehand than actually during, so I was gonna put PMS instead of P but I wanted to be a little more algebraic. :) Ooo... I also thought of a good edit just now.
10:45 AM
Amandarama said…
Chocolate. You need chocolate. It is the solution to the complex calculus of life.
12:22 PM
V said…
I had some today, Amanda, and I think it helped.
9:39 PM
Azathoth100 said…
Glad the chocolate helped. Hope things get better as you go.
12:35 AM
V said…
I hope so too, Aza. This too shall pass. But then it comes again! lol
2:39 PM
Meadow said…
I agree it does seem to be worse beforehand. I don't like any part of it, though, 'cept when it's over. Oi.
11:46 PM
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