Your heart is full of unwashed socks

...your soul is full of gunk.

Has anyone ever really listened to the words of "Mr. Grinch"?

I was taking a quick power nap in Dink today. I closed my tired eyes, feeling the warmth of the sunshine gleaming through my dirty windows.

Of course, Christmas music was softly playing on the radio because, like every other holiday-obsessed person, I'm currently in love with all the festive tunes.

Not long after I lowered the driver's seat into proper napping position, this song came on. Instead of singing along, like normal, I listened. After all, I was trying to nap.

"Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mister Grinch."

My nap was rudely interrupted because I couldn't stop laughing at all the ridiculous lyrics.

My skin isn't green and I don't think my heart has unwashed socks or moldy tomatoes in it, but other than that Mr Grinch and I weren't so different today... I was late to work this morning, because I forgot my keys in Grahm's truck yesterday. [Two things I hate: tardiness and forgetfulness.] That coupled with a stuffy nose and an annoying cough put me in a grumposaurus mood for most of the afternoon. Talk about a wart on a log.

Oddly enough, this song really brightened my day.

Sometimes the things that put us in bad moods are as ridiculous as the lyrics to this song. And sometimes, all it takes is a silly song and a power nap to turn your day around.