Wednesday, February 27, 2013

A Little Musing.

I’m not a particularly anything person.  I just am.  And I try to be.  But sometimes, dagnabbit, a girl needs her small moments of rage and squealing excitement.  And sweeties.  And when she doesn’t get sweeties, thus ensue rage and squealing excitement till she does.  Things can commence in this manner for immeasurable amounts of minutes, at the end of which, even she must stand back and say, “Oh my stars and garters!  Look what my fretful hedonism hath wrought!”

On the other hand, at least now she has two whole bags of Werther's Original hard butterscotch candies to enjoy.