Stress.

Today is another day full of bliss. Can you taste the sarcasm? It's like that throw-up-in-your- mouth-taste right? Yesterday I woke up with....what else...a cold sore. And I know for a fact that this one was not due to weather change, it was due to a little 6-letter-word called S-T-R-E-S-S. I can think of lots of other 6 letter words, or four letter words, that could describe a cold sore more efficiently, however, I will refrain.. since this is a children-friendly blog. Well according to most people it is anyway. I mean, seriously, if you were a Hardy's fan back in the day and lived the woes of an obese child, you can relate to me. Right? It's not everyday that you come across someone who once had 4 chins and could pull off hiking boots and sweats on a daily basis. That my friends, is why you are drawn to me. You know that in any particular situation I may start walking like I have just pooped my pants just so we can both get attention. Or I may shout out things like "You have a mustache and/or sideburns" when people, particularly females, aren't being nice to my friends. I just can't help myself, I inherently have tourrettes. Which by definition means it's permanent, there is no changing my ways no matter how hard anyone tries. As I look towards my future I realize that my kids are going to have to put up with a Mom who likes to "bend and kicccccck" and yell things like "Where the hell is the Beano!" in the grocery store. As I reflect back on what I just wrote, I remember that this is not a therapy journal that I am writing in my secret happy place. This is a public blog. I better keep working.