Depressed? Down in the dumps? Feel like giving up?
Some days are like that. Today was one.
I am trying to find the positive in my situation. So I turned to the things Mom used to say:
There’s a light at the end of the tunnel. Oh yea? It is probably a train.
In every cloud there is a silver lining. It just rained, no silver, just rain. And I am soaked.
The glass is half full, not half empty. Mine is empty. So is the bottle.
When life serves you lemons, make lemonade. I am allergic to lemons.
Somewhere over the rainbow…. Nope, I investigated and when I got there, the rainbow was gone. But my shoes are wet.
A penny saved is a penny earned. No kidding. That is how I feel about my paycheck.
Life begins at 40. Give me a break. I was 40 twenty years ago, and still am waiting.
A stitch in time saves 9. I can’t sew. I am totally unraveled.
Can’t take the heat? Get out of the kitchen. Kitchen? People still have kitchens?
Look on the bright side. I would, if I knew which side it was on.
Fences make good neighbors. Now why would I even think about that?
One day at a time. Now that makes sense. One day at a time. I mean, you can’t have 2 days at a time, can you?
I guess I prefer my own advice:
Take me out back and shoot me.
Call Doc Kevorkian.
Wait a minute. The land, the land, Scarlett. I can’t think about it right now. I’ll go crazy if I do. After all, tomorrow is another day. (barf)