Crises just demand that I dig in and conquer or find a detour that is too damn smart for the person, place or thing to disrupt too much life. (Grumpiness tends to accompany this energy.)
But… hand me good news. Especially good news in doses and I’m reduced to a snotty sniveling baby who giggles between fountains of tears.
2 thoughts on “Cry At Bad News?”
Way to go, Debi! We’re proud of you. Love ya, Mom
Aw, thanks, Mom!