i am not easily offended.

i am not one to even get angry all that often.

but you know what really makes me mad
like blood-curdling face-melting pissed off?

breaking cute one-of-a-kind dishes my mom gave me,

and

getting plum juice on my brand new shirt i made for a dollar out of really cute fabric.

{i know i know…. it was a dollar} but seriously folks, wasn’t breaking the dish plenty in one morning….? i only got to wear the shirt once!!

i spent all day boiling water, and sitting my precious oh-so-expensive shirt in special stain removers.

i would like to go back in time, to yestermorn and be more on my game.

pay close attention to all the nooks and crannies of the day…

and when i called to tell my mom of afore mentioned reasons for being so ticked at the world, she interjected to tell me of a dear family friend that passed. 

boy do i feel stupid.

it’s a dish.

and fabric. that cost me a dollar.

perhaps i need a nook and cranny adjustment after all.

dear self,

get over yourself.