Lickin' my wounds

Do you ever have "one those days" where you just feel blue and you don't know why? That's me today, I'm in a funk. I can't get out of my own way, or find the positives. So, to knock that chip off my shoulder, I am going to list things that make me smile:

my dogs, packing an "activity bag" when going away, my health, my cats, my sister, imagining people enjoying my blog and getting something out of it to improve their day, my beautiful apartment, my bird, my education, having enough food, mindless entertainment, my sweet friends who put up with my hatred of the telephone and unreliable call back promises, knowing I have "someone to go home to", people who over-accessorize but pull it off, confidence that tomorrow will be a better day, greasy cookies, getting a lot done, snot draining from one sinus side to the other when you switch your position in bed, laptops, Downy wrinkle releaser, hotel keys, Aaron Timothy Molloy, the stain news print leaves on your fingers, getting the mail, cleaning your car, corn-husks, pumpkins, finding money in your pocket and remembering what you bought to get it back as change, tea with honey and lemon, downloading new pictures from your digital camera AND liking one of yourself, waking up early and laying in bed knowing you still have hours before you have to get up, pink, expressions that mention bodily fluids ie; full of piss and vinegar, doing something for shits and grins, not having a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of, blogging, calling someone to tell them goodnight.

There, that's a little better.