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.
11 years ago