"what is WRONG with you?"
That quote is from my husband over the weekend - the context is not important - as he (and many others) make that observation often.
I am moody. I am bitchy. I am reactionary. I am half-cocked. I am very, very, VERY hard on myself in all situations, regardless. I am prone to saying things like "goat rodeo" in meetings.
Now they're finding actual concrete evidence of links between creativity and mood disorders.
One more reason to avoid a creative line of work, kids. (Although my sister The Optometrist has a few things to say about life interacting with the general public, and that's worth noting as well.)
IMAGE: Dig MoodyToy.com
WHAT THE: Does that devil have boobs?
UPDATE: Bobbi and Kristie - download the moodytoy template and make something pretty! It's a toy contest. It's design-y. How can you resist?



That would not be good. Three is enough. (No offense there, soon-to-be-mommy of 4!)
I'm a terror now. When I'm pregnant I'm an absolute homicidal maniac.
When pregnant with #1 - and not really used to the hormone rushes - I kicked a hole in the drywall in our downstairs bedroom - after hopping up and down, screaming like Donald Duck - because Tim's friend stopped over without calling first.
Without. Calling. First.
Tim needed a flak jacket every single pregnancy. Now he just needs to keep low to the ground.
I am quite crazy, too, but have yet to kick holes in walls...I still have a few days left, though.
I am a NIGHTMARE when pregnant.