Some times, I am really mean
The worst part is, some times I am really mean and I just don't care . Ask my husband about this when I am trying to clean our house. There is no kindness there. I have a soft side -- don't get me wrong. I have endless compassion. My husband will also tell you that I am a notorious bleeding heart and can have the patience of Job depending on the situation (like my niece crying because she wants her mom but I'm stuck holding her). There's a lot going on in our lives right now. A lot I am not ready to talk about. A lot that is bringing out a very, very mean streak. It is making me want to say what I am thinking. I would love to tell people what I think of them. That I think my dog is smarter than my office manager (she may not argue). That no one in this state knows how to drive. That messing with my life and not thinking anything about trying to screw with me (or people I love) will not reign hell down you. That the way you interpret that Bible passage is made-frickin...