Ginger Problems

Laugh and the whole world laughs with you.  Cry and the cat gets scared and bites.

Or something like that.

So, the event went about how I expected.  It was beautiful and uplifting and I walked around the whole time feeling like I had a knife stuck in my chest.  I stayed just long enough for the Introduction of the Practitioners, then I sneaked out into the rainy night while the strains of "I Will Survive" drifted out the open door.

I am not kidding.  The ultimate woman power anthem was playing in the background while I walked to my car, sobbing into my hands.  Great, gulping, gasping sobs.  Did you think I'd lay down and die? Oh no, not I.

When I made it home, I knew I was going to eat my feelings.  I needed to stop into the store down the block and get something to eat.  I checked the mirror before I left the car, and came on another disadvantage of a fair complexion. -- the way crying reddens the face for a very long time.  Well, into the night with my red-face ginger problems.  Sugars and trans fats trump all.