Time Out

When I was little, I had a low tolerance for irritation. My mom usually said that I was "overly tired" or "overly stimulated". This was a nice way of saying I was overly bratty. Things just pissed me off and I got cranky.

Besides stomping my feet so hard that I shook the windows, my other favorite way to express my anger was to wear a pillow case over my head. The reason for this was that my parents had a way of making me laugh when I was mad and then my grimace would crumple into a smile and they would win. So, to combat that, I pulled on a pillow case whenever I was upset. Then, I could grin all I wanted, but all they could see was flannel where my face should be. (I was usually indignant about some injustice like not being able to watch the double header that was "Silver Spoons" and "Diff'rent Strokes", so it's not like they were beating me or making me sleep under the deck.)

So if you're feeling aggravated by the government, your neighbor's stupid ass van, birds that chirp and wake you up, or just people in general, then don a flannel pillow case (or high thread count percale, whatever blows your skirt up) and have a time out. If nothing else, you'll entertain your roommates or significant other and really confuse your dog. I have one on right now, but it is maalkking it ddifiifficult tttooio typpppee...