Cupcakes, Sprinkles, and Other Happy Things
I totally failed at life yesterday.
I stepped in dog poop, my book manuscript was officially rejected from a third publishing house, I cussed and hollered at an invading army of ants in my kitchen as if they could understand me, I lusted over everybody else’s life, and narrated (in my mind) a citizens revolt and takeover of the Department of Motor Vehicles. I may have, in my mind, also killed off some of Jesus’ family-lineage in a coo-takeover too. I blame that on Margaret Feinberg.