She took down the Christmas tree . . . and that's all she wrote . . . for today anyway. And she broke an ornament . . . and she wants to give away all her Christmas things except the very cutest . . . she especially wants to get rid of her crummy organza bows she formed with her own two hands. She needs CDW, who is a crafts genius and has recently formed exquisite bouquets for her daughter's wedding, formed them with her own two hands and the result is anything but crummy, the result is stunning, simply marvelous to behold. CDW could straighten out KEM'S weepy little bows.

She is grouchy because she drove up and down busy 4th Street all afternoon looking for the meat market she's seen millions of times and has always wanted to visit. So, WHERE ON EARTH IS IT when it's finally time to stop and go in instead of drive by . . . and go buy chuck roast? FOR ONCE she was going to have all her groceries the day before making dinner for stepson who appreciates her cooking. So she went to another neighborhood meat market instead and that ended up with her stomping out in a silent temper fit because of many frustrating elements converging all at once -- like a big crowd (since when does a meat market have a big crowd?), two dirty women, bless their sweet hearts, discussing how sick they are, a couple coming in after her and pointing to the hunk of meat she spotted first and, the last straw, the butcher taking a personal phone call. Her temper fits are increasing lately . . . but today was especially "one of those days." The best part of this day was Jazzi getting a long car ride while her mother searched for the illusive butcher shop, up and down, up and down 4th Street.

Honestly, I cannot wait to go and find it tomorrow and see what this was all about, where it was hiding. Mike found the exact address online. I know I am going to have a temper fit when I see where it is, it's just maddening. Anything like this ever happy to you?

Okay, so much for feeling like Mother Teresa in my heart today. There's always tomorrow . . . possibly. I was just a bad person today.

KEM