I am having one of those “I think I should run away” type of days.
It isn’t that anything is going bad, it just isn’t *going* in general.
I don’t want to run away and join the circus. Because this is not what a clown truly is:
(At this point I really had planned to put a picture of what I envision when I think of a clown. But when I googled and their ugly faces popped up, I got the heebies and the jeebies. Even the cute clowns had me twitching.)
I could go to the South Pole and study penguins.
I could move to Mongolia and live in a yurt (because that word is fun to say) and breed yaks.
Maybe I could go live in Cinderella’s castle at Disney World?
Or maybe I should convince Dwayne Johnson that we are soul mates?
Maybe I just need a road trip…
(Or maybe I just need a nap so Miss Cranky Pants can stop sulking around.)