This is what I feel like today . . .

I had a dream that my dad was dying. Then I awoke . . . and he was already gone. :(

The scale was being mean to me this morning (as if it wasn't the late night salt-fest I treated myself to last night).  I am a little blue and a little blah.  But, I am a stubborn gal, and I won't let that get me down.  So, as soon as this post is up, the computer is off and I am going to storm through this house like the tasmanian cleaning devil.  Because there is no way I want to wallow.  There is nothing like a feeling of accomplishment to knock away the "woe is me."  And some good music and scripture reading will temper my tantrum too.

And how can I feel down when this cutie just flitted over wearing. . .

three hats, fairy wings, a tutu, and wand.  Now that's pizazz!  And I want some of that too!

Edited and added later:  Guess what?  My perfect potion worked.  I cleaned the upstairs, read my sciptures and prayed, worked out and am now feeling fantastic again.  I am totally stoked to be out of that funk . . . even if I am a little sweaty from the work-out . . . and let's not talk about the messy first floor. :)  I know not all problems can be solved that way.  Some people don't just get the blues, they get knock-down drag-out depression and they can't just snap their fingers to make it better.  I am so happy though that I have the tools to make myself feel better on a down day.