On Friday night I made the mistake of uttering this doom-filled sentence:
I haven’t had a good cry in awhile.
(If that’s not straight out of Sh*t Girls Say, I don’t know what is.)
I may as well have shouted to the universe, MAKE SOMETHING BAD HAPPEN TO ME! BE MEAN! MAKE ME CRY!
Seriously, as soon as I said those words aloud, I knew I was in for it.
As a aside: I do have a theory; I believe that if I don’t have a good cry every couple of months or so, my tear ducts get filled and I accidentally start sobbing over every day events and YouTube videos like this one.*
Fast forward to Super Bowl Sunday, when I’m frosting The Rainbow Sprinkle Cake and prancing around the kitchen proclaiming “This is the best day ever!”
Doo-dee-doo-dee-doo! Sprinkles, happiness, rainbows, butterflies! Nothin’s gonna get me…
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