Bah. I’m tired of being Matron Sunshine today.

I’m bloated and sweaty. I ate too much dinner. My belly is fit to bust through my waistband. My armpits smell. My feet are swollen. Not even Leonard Cohen and a cup of tea is helping. Even though I poured whiskey in it. There are NO biscuits at my house. Not that I would enjoy them anyway -I’m too full and bloated.

Ranting helps.