Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Cures for The Cranky

So, for the past week or two, I have had a serious case of the chronic crankies. I'm not sure if it started when three of my tires went flat, or when my fourth tire went flat shortly thereafter. Maybe the trigger was the feel of kitty claws sunk deep into my armpit during a certain greasy feline's bath; perhaps it was when the refrigerator light went out.
I'm not sure what brought this on, but I am fully prepared for it to die in a fire. So here's a start on a list of ways to cure the Cranky, and I would *love* your contributions.

1. A CRAZY workout. When you're too tired from the StairClimber to feel any emotion, Cranky is not an option.

2. Photos of kitties. Need I say more?

3. Laundry. Something about folding shirts gets me in this zen-foldy place.

4. Gardening. Maybe this isn't for everyone? Whatever, when Crazy Cart Lady yelled at me in the parking lot of Bed Bath and Beyond on Monday, I went straight to my local Navlets and got some chlorophyllic therapy.

5. Looking at wedding dresses on the internet. Does this get my feminist card revoked?

Please feel free to offer your cranky cures, as I am in dire need. And I can't take any more cowbell.
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Posted by Undomesticated at 1:42 PM

1 comments:

  1. haha, I do not think that 5 gets your feminist card revoked, cuz I do this as well. =)

    As for my own personal cure for the crankies:

    1) Take it out on a piece of paper (or computer screen) in the form of writing.
    2) Scream and rant to the best friend until I am either too tired to continue or reduced to tears. Both are rather effective.
    3) Something slightly wreckless (should money allow this) such as jumping out of an airplane or ridding quads.

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