I’m guilty of making a foofaraw about nothing. Well, it’s not exactly n o t h i n g, but who’s keeping score? I spent 40 minutes this morning unloading on my husband on the way into work. By the way, why do these things always happen in the car? I ranted & raved about someone less sane than me, myself & moi (imagine that).
I guess the bottom line is this (and, has always been this):
Pick your battles.
My sister said that once. It makes perfect sense.
Kenny Rogers also said something about knowing when to walk away (or run). I would like to do one or the other, but I guess for now…I’ll hold my ground.
And. Keep my mouth shut.
No more foofaraw. Promise.
~*LunaSea*~ 
Foofaraw?! Never heard that word before but I LIKE IT!
awesome isn’t it?
I sucessfully used this word at work…and got blank stares…
Do blanks stares count as sucess? Because if that is the case I am WAY more sucessful than I ever imagined I could be 🙂
I’m guilty of the blank stare in your studio. Sometimes, behind the dilated pupils is the thought, ‘how did she do that?’
I came on to see if I could delete my comment, glad to see you did it for me
I deleted the comment to avoid drawing attention to the person who said it. I made the blog as anonymous as I could while staying true to what I thought. One comment about confounding your coworkers would have been sufficient.