It's Grumpy Bear! Where are the rest of the Care Bear family?

   This is why I should not be allowed to be on my own. 

   [Without a book. If there are books around, I should be fine enough to be left on my own. Well, most of the time anyway.]

   I get all mopey and emotional. I listen to songs on my phone [mostly sappy loveyouforeverdon'tleavemeeversorryforbeingstupid songs], and I start getting into the song.

   I imagine it's me the singer is singing about [my vanity knows no limits], and then my imagination goes yippeee-we're-free-to-skyrocket-out-of-here. Next thing I know, I'm dressed in a pink trench coat and boots, walking down a snowy street, lugging LV luggage [a la J.Lo in All I Have].

   This will usually be followed by an extremely complicated plot [all concocted by my hyperactive brain], accompanied by appropriately dramatic dialogue. Days Of Our Lives has nothing on me. If I'd actually written down any of this stuff, I probably would have enough material for 5 books that are worthy of Mills & Boon fame.

   Don't mind me. I'm just a bit grumpy from lack of sleep. And the fact that I tried on 6 pairs of gorgeous shoes and none of them fit [no size, looked awful on feet, etc.].