Life refuses to molder in place, so my spirit animal has a tendency to change every year or two, this years was…….an ostrich.
Not my first choice, but upon reflection this has been the year for my inner ostrich to come awkwardly bounding out on gangly legs.
Let me ‘splain.
No we don’t have time…
Let me sum up…..
I have looked cross all year, stuck my head in the sand (under my covers really) and/or ran around kicking folks in the shin. Like, really hard.
Ya, I am really hoping for an upgrade next year, like a Lab or Golden Retriever, something cute with fantastic people skills.