I'll admit I'm a sore loser. I am completely heartbroken over yesterday's loss to the Green Bay Cheeseheads. I hate them.
With every fiber of my being.
And to say that I am disappointed in Jay Cutler would be the understatement of the year.
So, when my friend texted me last night and asked how I was taking the loss, I told her I was considering slitting my wrists. (Have I ever mentioned that I have a tendency to be a little dramatic at times?)
"Oh, no!" she pleaded, "Come over tomorrow for lunch and meet the baby instead!"
"I guess I can put off my suicide another day," I replied.
And boy, am I glad that I did. Holding her little man in my arms was probably the only thing that could have lessened my broken heart this week... I feel rejuvinated! :) I guess I'll keep living!
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