A Very happy Tuesday to you all!
As a rule, I used to consider myself a fairly even tempered person. If something really went wrong... there were times I could be... emotive. But I think I'm mostly happy. Well, something has happened to me. It was about 8 1/2 months ago. A parasite entered my body and I became someone else. Someone I do not recognize. A babbling, blathering breeder.
That's me. Just call me Cryface McTearsalot.
Yesterday, I'd say I cried 4 or 5 times. And it's never over anything important, like the conviction of the Lord or anything. Just a commercial or two... or ALL of them. I cried last night at The Biggest Loser. That's right. People who shed half their body weight make me weep like a schoolgirl.
I remember after Jackson was born how I'd cry over tiny things, but I had an excuse. My body was returning to it's normal self. I mean really. I had nine months of PMS to get through. So that's understandable.
Did President Bush ever make you cry for 15 minutes? Well, maybe that's not the best example.
4 years ago