I give you permission to be grumpy on your birthday.
Quibbles, Tussles… escalating to full-scale
plate-smashing Rows are allowed.
Hypochondria, Melancholia, Cattiness, Swipes, Barbs, Pollution
Anxiety — all shall be smiled upon.
Not literally.
There will be a window at noon
for a forty-five minute Tirade on Money Worries.
Longer, if necessary.
Don’t hold back. Anything at all till midnight
is permitted, after which, with a swoosh, naturellement,
you’ll be Sweetness and Light.
