Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Sour Grapes

As a kid if we were frumping and pouting around the house, my mother would make us go back into our bedroom and "come out when you can put a smile on your face."

Add to that, "If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all."

I originally started to post a vitriolic fuming incensed flaming tirade.

I suppose I'll come back and say something nice when I can put a smile on my face.

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