On the other side of the clouds is a bright blue sky.

It’s not often I have a truly horrific day at my day job. The type of day when you t- bag your bosses desk, delete all your files and quit right at the end of the day with a big F@#$- you! You know the kind I mean. I’m sure you’ve had them. I came home rather grumpy to find the British Hubby had an equally bad day. We decided only carbs would make us feel better. Ernie snuggles just wouldn’t cut it. Here’s an entire bag full of carbs. It won’t solve my work problems. I’m probably going to feel a little sick in two hours, but for a little bit I’m going to have an alcoholic ice-cream and caramel corn sugar high. I have the Andrews ready. P.S. Just in case you were worried, I didn’t do any of the things I mentioned above at my day job. I’m a professional after all. Although sometimes I think the world would be a better place if we all said what was on our minds more often. Can you imagine if Genghis Khan would have been politically correct? He wouldn’t have made it past his back yard.