last kiss by taylor swift is the perfect sad song.
Sometimes, when I'm feeling blue, I just sit myself down and listen to sad music. Am I weird? Maybe. But I don't think I'm the only one who participates in this strange (but affective) therapy. I'm not sure how it works, but I find myself feeling better. Or at least feeling justified.
Yes, I have bad days. Days when all I want to do is stay in my pajamas, cry, and eat peanut m&ms. Unfortunately we are currently out of m&ms.
I learned once that it's healthy for a woman to cry at least 7 minutes every month. I've never been one to struggle with meeting that quota. Between yesterday and today, however, I've racked up maybe 70 times 7. Is there an unhealthy limit?
Don't worry. I'll feel better tomorrow. In the meantime, I will try to come up with the amount of m&ms needed to have a three month supply for our food storage. Then I'll conjure up a scheme for convincing Jeffree that buying more m&ms is just following the prophet's counsel. I'll let you know how it goes.