Wrong Side of the New Bed


I woke up in a funk.

Even after my first night on my new KING bed- finally, my 5’9″ self, 6’4″ husband and pair of small pups can all have our own SPACE. But the memory foam mattress smelled like chemicals and it kept me up thinking about the potential damage it was doing to my lungs. Yup, real headcase type stuff.

So all day I’ve been an Eeyore. Moping and whining and all “woe is me” with a little rain cloud following me around. Not even yoga pulled me out of it. I just spent a few (like 60) minutes trolling deepy, quote laden blogs like Thresca, where I pulled these lovely pics with quotes from. What is it about quotes that make one feel understood? At least the make ME feel understood.

Anyways, I need to get it together. “Funk” is not a good color on me.

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