I’m wearing my funk hat today! I loathe my funk hat…it’s slimy and dirty, it’s heavy on my head but so hard to remove. I can barely get out of bed when it’s on and it just makes me want to crawl back into bed once I’m out. It stinks! I can’t bathe when it’s on, so I might as well not bathe. It smells! I can’t eat when I smell bad things, so I might as well not eat. It’s heavy and uncomfortable and I won’t leave the house with it on and I hate playing with the kids when I’m wearing it…I might as well just go back to bed!
Why am I in a funk?! Take your pick…Irene wreaked havoc on my little county and because of it there has been no school for the kids and no work for me but instead of enjoying this beautiful weather and time off with my kids I’m depressed because money is tight and I haven’t been working so I don’t feel like I’m contributing and instead of being the best housewife in the universe I forgot to wash my husband’s work shirts and now there is a new found typo in my two year old book! Whew!
So, there you have it in one very large run-on sentence!