I'm not sure if anyone noticed, but I took a mini vacation. I didn't go anywhere, but I stayed home and indulged my bad mood. I behaved badly and was forced to apologize. I kicked the dog and tripped little old ladies. I laughed at inappropriate moments.
So anyway, here I am, I am back. I am still indulging my bad mood though, so be warned.
I was thinking the other day about something that happened when my daughter was about four years old. She had a cabbage patch doll (remember those??). It was one that she had been given on the day she was born, a baby gift. Well she absolutely adored that thing and named the doll Jenny. Jenny went with her everywhere. Until one day, she had left Jenny in the living room. I was picking up toys and doing things that moms do. I picked up Jenny and carried her to my daughter's bedroom where my daughter was playing. Instead of walking into the bedroom to hand her Jenny, I tossed Jenny from the door to the bed. My daughter was absolutely horrified. She started screaming about how I had "killed Jenny!" I, of course, tried to make amends by walking to the bed, picking Jenny up and telling her that Jenny was okay, she was not dead. My daughter would have none of it... she was convinced that I killed Jenny and refused from that day on to have anything to do with that doll.
I guess I did kill Jenny.