Them is fightin' words...

today i feel like a fight.

and it wasn't even the traffic or the writing up of a massive spreadsheet

or low blood sugar or a bad hair day

that did the trick!

{it was just a whole lotta weird in between all those things}

but seriously, i don't know if i will last the whole day without

blowing something up or punching a tree.

(which would hurt really really bad, right?)

isn't that weird?

and would you be scared of this face if it wanted to fight?

yeah, me neither.

i am ready to get some husband-hugs & have a date night.

dumb med school exams always up in our grizzll (?)...

froshizzle.

*after-the-fact update to this whiny post*
(1) heard the song "just breathe" by pearl jam (for the first time) on the way to pick up lunches.
+ 2 warm fuzzy.
(2) someone trashed the conference room (and by someone i mean a room full of awkward adults.
and that's theworst kind of adult, you know?)
- 1.5 warm fuzzies.
(3) received my first very-own, addressed to me, letter at the office.
+ 3 warm fuzzies.
(4) drove to the irs office, walked to the building in my 4 inchers, went through security, then was asked to take my camera back out to the car. don't want me sneaky-sneaking a quick-one of any government secrets with my bright orange digital, now do we?!
- 4 warm fuzzies.
(5) going back through security the irs security guards told me i look like amanda bynes. since i'm having a bad face day & a bad hair day, & i happen to think amanda bynes is pretty cute...
+ 4.5 warm fuzzies.
(6) there is a surprise waiting for me on the kitchen table.
and a clint. but not on the kitchen table. maybe just at the table.
+ a bajillion warm fuzzies.

well, i'm not really a math-whiz or anything, but i am pretty sure this is shaping up to be a good friday!