Bad mood this morning. It might improve later on, but I can’t make any promises. Unless, you know, I get a present or something. That might help. No, chocolate isn’t enough today. We are swimming in it, thanks to my husband’s recent trip to The Great Land of Cheese and Chocolate.
Why the bad mood? Sleepless night. And while that isn’t unusual to anyone with kids (or anyone with an interesting social life – but the first scenario is much more relevant here), it wasn’t their fault. It seems I might be developing CTS, which really sucks – especially considering I am about to finally get a laptop for Christmas. Awesome timing, just great.
So here’s a few dark, grumpy thoughts on this fine (read: cloudy) morning.
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Stella is watching TV. Which is normally a time I cherish because I have a chance to check my e-mail (I swear, if you are saying “bad mommy” right now, I will have to respond with “Bite me”. I warned you about the mood.)
Today however, I am cringing – so much so, in fact, that I think after this day they will have to invent new names for wrinkles. You know, “cringe lines” or something. Or “annoyed out of her mind” lines. Or “if I hear any more of this I’ll have to shoot the TV” lines.
Because on that recent trip to Switzerland that caused the current (and above-mentioned) inundation of cheese and chocolate, my husband also bought some German DVDs for the girls. Among them, a special Christmas edition of the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. In German. So what I’m hearing now is the beginning of the show, the song, which goes like this “Das is das Micky-Maus Wunderhaus/Komm herein/Wir laden euch ein” which is just, you know, wrong.
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It is NOT ok to use a real celebrity’s name as your Twitter name. Because if someone (and I mean, just anyone, you know, no one in particular) was to look up a celebrity on Twitter, like say, Hugh Jackman (again, this is totally theoretical) they would be pretty blipping annoyed to find a loser who is trying to be funny by Tweeting about what he thinks Hugh Jackman is doing while filming Australia, instead of the real, sexy, fabulous, amazing REAL Hugh Jackman. Even worse, a German loser doing so. Which is, you know, just about as far as you can get from Hugh Jackman.
(I know it sounds like I have a bone to pick with Germans today. Sorry about that. It’s not your fault if your language isn’t pretty.)
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Yesterday I was getting all ready to go out and enjoy the sunny (albeit cold) day, but when I reached for my favorite sunglasses I found that they were broken. Big deal, right? Except these were my favorite sunglasses. The kind that works perfectly with your face shape and doesn’t make your nose look bigger. I know I sound like a shallow spoiled brat from Gossip Girl. But if you found a pair of sunglasses that looked that good on your face you’d understand. Even worse, these were by Gattinoni, whose stuff I’ll probably have a very hard time finding anywhere out of Italy without spending an arm and a leg. And they were a present from my mom, which means I’ll never hear the end of it. (Have I mentioned she is arriving on Sunday?)
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I knew there was something to make me feel better! This irreverent humor blog is my new favorite: Just another ink-stained wretch.
And if you, like me, woke up in a bad mood, this Tweet might help. Even if you aren’t in a celratory mood yet, there’s hope 
National Cupcake day, people!
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