did you ever have a moment when you were sitting with a latté and a mémé, surrounded by way too many sweetheart sorts of words from all sorts of sweethearts...
only to have it all go to shite the very next moment?
ugh. i just did, too.
i need a kiss. or a joke. or something to make me smile.
even though i am smiling. it would take a lot more than a petite crappy moment to stop me from smiling at my impending awkwardness. this is just an annoyance. a blip. already forgotten, in fact.
but i think i may have hurt a feeling somewhere. because my rib really hurts.