Happiness is Not an Empty Martini Glass
And so far, my day has been just like an empty martini glass.
This morning is not going well. We are selling our other house and the buyer is dicking us around to the point that I am greatly disgusted with him, the contract, and everything involved. This is supposed to be the day we close on the sale and the buyer is, well, he’s apparently a jerk and we aren’t sure if we’ll close or there will be yet another delay. I am mentally frazzled with this entire situation. Living in limbo does not suit me well. Let’s just say not only am I not in my happy place, I can’t even remember what it looks like. Perhaps events will change today and the clouds will part. But for now reality is sort of sucky.
Since I am so agitated with this real morning, I’m going to create my own fantasy morning.
Wake up to sunshine peaking through my window. Turn on the news. Hear that President Feingold has indeed named Al Gore as Secretary of the Interior. Great choice. The newscaster goes on to say that since President Feingold was able to reach out to the United Nations and get their cooperation there is finally peace in Iraq. The next item is something about the prison time the old administration will be serving. I wouldn’t pay much attention to that because I would be waiting for the story about President Feingold being able to persuade former President Clinton to become his Secretary of State. Then I realize my cheeks are hurting because of that giant smile on my face.
Oh, if only that were true. If it was, I think we would be able to handle this day to day bs so much better.