Cheers

I don’t want to, so I’m not going to. Complaining is a habit I’m trying to break. It has never served me

Once time my son and I both had had a bad day. Somehow we ended up with a cheese board and couple of glasses of wine and for some reason we started drinking to every bad thing that happened, every difficult person, every thing that went wrong. It turned into a very humerus rant of sorts. I just remembered that… It was so much better than complaining, we laughed our way out of our moods.

Next time I feel like complaining, I’m going to try to remember to drink to whatever’s bugging me. Here’s to grumpy cashiers and crappy weather! Cheers!