i never realized how much my mother has influenced me until i started writing this blog. i’m serious.
no, she wasn’t a door slammer, but her big sister was — the very reason it was the ultimate no-no when i was growing up. let me rephrase that — the ultimate hell-no when i was growing up & my mom wasn’t going to have it in her house.
the very reason i do it in mine.
may have been the first thing i did when i was old enough to have my own. imagine me signing the papers, walking over the threshold and
here’s why i think door slamming works. it’s the watered-down version of throwing a stack of dishes at the wall, or firing a bullet through the television screen like elvis supposedly did. kind of like stark raving mad-LITE.
& besides — are you kidding? i’d never hurt my own stuff. took me a long time to acquire it. not only that, but i really like it.
today was a real door-slammer for me. think i did it 3 times before lunchtime. if no one’s home, sometimes i’ll throw in a couple of long, loud monkey screams but there were painters outside, re-staining my garage doors that look like hell. &, no — i didn’t slam the garage doors. they’re the roll-down kind.
so why was i so pissed today?
just got some not great news about something i’d put my blood & guts into. someone wasn’t quite as impressed with it as i was. not nearly as impressed.
so, what did i do? after i slammed the doors, you mean?
didn’t have to search long. there’s a woman on there who’s the real rainbows & unicorns type. here’s what was on her page:
after reading that little ray of sunshine, i think i went & slammed the door a couple of more times. ate a dozen more lemon cookies. didn’t mention that part before, did i? my bad.
with only a few crumbs left in the box, i switched FB back on & began scrolling. here’s what i found:
best damn idea i heard all day.
here’s another one from the archives:
can i hear an amen?
thanks for listening. i feel better now.