It’s been one of those days.
Nasty weather + Feeling yucky = putting on pjs, crawling into bed, pulling the covers up, and taking a little nap.
Humph … wishful thinking.
Fifteen minutes into my long-awaited siesta, La Petite Belle, holding a box of popsicles, tapped me on the shoulder, saying, “Can I have one of these?”
Mama was not happy about this.
After I said no, I stumbled downstairs and you’re not gonna believe what I saw.
Remember this … yep, cheese, not wrapped up, thrown in the refrigerator, and a piece hidden in La Petite Belle’s room.
So, I have no clever, witty, or interesting post for today … too tired, no inspiration, and grouchy again.
But, I saw this and it made me forget my yuckiness for a little while and made me smile.

Now, I’ll get back to watching Diary of a Mad Black Woman, that should get me out of my funk.