Grumpy Girl

I began this week with a large attitude, hating on:

--Iron pills and prune juice.
--Administrators who string teachers along because they enjoy it.
--Local hacks hijacking charity events for publicity at the expense of innocent children.

A rough Monday where even this non-violent vegetarian felt the urge to hit someone. I want my new school! I want healthy blood! I want progressive politicians! Sour was triumphing over saucy. Then I went to New Favorite Doctor who told me, once again, my platelet count is as low as Jeb's moral fortitude.

How to save my psyche?

Join the King of Local Media for lunch! Tommy treated me to a yummy veggie wrap and root beer at Silver Ring Café (Becky: "You ate something besides bottled water and a bean sprout?") Better yet - he treated me to a grownup conversation, discussing real topics instead of reality shows, and not once did I have to yell at students to eat with their mouths closed. Heaven, folks. Pure heaven.

After a mini-walking tour of Tampa and sharing thoughts on redneck culture, I finally let Tommy return to work and I drove back to suburbia with a smile. Not a bad Monday after all.

***MORE GOOD NEWS***

Jim Davis is ahead of both Gallagher and Crist in the polls.

The Tampa Tribune published my U2 memory - Go here, click on "Read Comments" and then wonder how such a witty anecdote couldn't score a ticket or two.