10-Second Rule

Yesterday, Garth saved me two cupcakes from the Blue & Gold Banquet (he works with the Wolf Scouts). Unfortunately, a little girl distracted me with a question, and one of my cupcakes FELL. Garth and Jen thought I was being overdramatic. Well, here's the REAL and absolutely UNDRAMATIZED incident. You decide.

Preg-zilla

You know that "glow" people tell you that comes with "being great with child?"
For me, that glow is usually anger, or the more likely combo of hunger+anger=being hangry.

So while most mothers-to-be stroke their precious bellies and plan what vinyl quotation is going to be slapped on the wall behind the crib (under the monogrammed initials, of course), I'm online gaming.

And, taking liberty at the expense of Beyonce`, I am FIERCE.

Sometimes a bit too fierce... Not to mention when I lose to a bunch of prepubescent boys nurtured on Cheetos and Mountain Dew (Red Bull for the more ambitious nerd-faces), I get REALLY mad. 

And then we, (well, I) have to watch corgi puppy weddings on Youtube to find stability again....

They look so happy. Photobombed by a Pomeranian, though.

Well, what do YOU do when you get mad?