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Cheerful

  Roughly 12 years ago I heard a quote from my mission president's lovely wife, and it goes...

  "Be pretty if you are, be witty if you can, but be cheerful if it kills you!"

  I think those are good words to live by, but I have to be honest, I'm kind of struggling with that last one. Under normal circumstances I'm fairly pleasant, but during the last 7 months of my particularly difficult pregnancy I've been a bit off my game. Like today for example, when I yelled at a random neighbor. I was out watching the kids when he came strolling through the neighborhood walking his little dog, it just so happened that my neighbor's dog had escaped (which is a common occurrence with small children who open front doors), anyway, my neighbors dog naturally ran up to this guy and his dog to play and exchange a harmless butt sniff when the guy grumpily picked up his dog, threw his hand up and looked at me and told me to take care of MY dog. Well, in my pregnant sinus infected state, I equally as grumpily yelled "NOT MY DOG!" At that point he clearly felt stupid for his assumption, gave a shallow wave and walked away.
Ok, so I probably could have handled it a little better, but in all fairness, so could he.
  Anyway, the point of my rant is to apologize to anyone who has been affected by my crankiness, I assure you it is completely involuntary and I'm hoping to be back to normal in the next few months. Rant over. 

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  1. I recommend Oreo cookies dipped in melted chocolate to get you back in the game :)

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