Queen Ornery

This afternoon you may address me as "Her Royal Ornery-ness."  Do you ever get into a mood and know that it's going to take a pedicure, body massage, a trip to somewhere tropical, a quart of diet Coke and a gallon of chocolate to snap out of it? 

 

I'm in one of those determined moods and I have a cemented furrowed brow to prove it.  I'm not going to go into details on the subject but I'll say that it has something to do with my adorable children, one of which has just rent his church pants from the knee down.  If he had intended to go into a worthy battle and had chosen to write a title of liberty on them I might have forgiven him, but this was instead an act of defiance for being put on a time out.  True, there was a small rip already but a one inch hole should not grow to a 12 inch hole in an hour's time no matter how angry the wearer is.