So there was a bit of a rough patch last week, with someone, but it all worked out.
I was chatting with someone else about what all went down and her comment was “she’s really a nice person, unless she’s crabby” and thus…
I went and found this rhyme that i recalled from my child hood, and it totally made my morning
There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very, very good,
But when she was bad, she was horrid.
I’m pretty sure I recall my mom and sister reciting this to me as a child, but i tend to block that part out. Alas it is not something about me this time, but someone else!