Now that my eggs are in wheelchairs and menopause peeks around the corner like a sun about to rise, life can get crazy.
Not that it didn't before. Only now I have an excuse.
The other day, finding myself in a grouchy old state, I came across a way to banish bad moods.
First, I think they need to make a movie called "Grouchy Old Women," like the one they did about men starring Walter Matthau and Jack Lemmon.
Mama always said when she's feeling a case of the grumps coming on, she retreats into a personal timeout and gives herself a lecture on acting nice. I tried this. It didn't work.
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