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[pureplainpatron]

Of late I have found myself stressed;
Annoyance of pest upon pest.
Yet 'fore I grind gears
My wonderful dears
Remind me of just how I'm blessed.

Comments

[blackrthanblack]

What the heck I do?

[pureplainpatron]

More you girls in general, love.

But sometimes little things can go a long way.

[blackrthanblack]

... . .

Should I get undressed...?

[pureplainpatron]

Eager to please, aren't you, love?

You can if you'd like. I'm just happy that I'm getting things done.

[bibeakerbabe]

You've been stressed?

[pureplainpatron]

A bit. Though 'frustrated' or 'annoyed' would probably be more accurate. It's kind of in a waiting phase. Like an old wooden powder shed during a dry lightning storm. It might not go off. It might never go off. But the potential makes me expect it, and give those who left the powder there a long "I told you so" speech.

But hey, at least things seem pretty rosy on the home front.

[bibeakerbabe]

Your vague mixed metaphors aren't quite getting to me, but that might be the cake fumes getting to me.

[pureplainpatron]

It's probably for the best.

You're making a cake? ...why would the fumes be getting to you?