Grumpasaurus Rex and a Meatball Sub

I should mention that 99% of the time, I’m a genuinely happy person. I try to associate myself with positive people, because negativity is soooo draining. There is nothing more frustrating than hanging out with someone and having to field their gripes, complaints, moans, and groans when all you’re trying to do is have some fun. Really chaps my ass! But the fact of the matter is everyone has bad days, and for one reason or another, I was as grumpy as could be yesterday.

I could feel myself turning into grumpasaurus rex, and none of my usual tricks could keep the transformation at bay. Funny cat videos, a walk around outside, a nice frosty Diet Coke…fail fail fail! I even bailed on Skeeball because all I wanted to do was head home, kick my feet up, and indulge in some trashy television.

Now, a tyrannosaurus rex survived on a purely carnivorous diet…so what does its distant cousin, the grumpasaurus rex, eat?! Well  friends, that would be:

• Roughly enough fun-sized candy to feed a small nation. That may be a slight exaggeration, but at least 10 pieces were eaten throughout the day, courtesy of mutilated pinatas.

• Also included in the omnivorous diet? Half of a three day old meatball sub, saved from lunch on Tuesday. Not just any meatball sub…no, no, no. A grumpasaurus rex only eats meatball subs topped with copious amounts of jalapeños and pickles. (I always get weird looks whenever I order them. Yes, pickles and jalapeños. Try it and thank me later.) I had a bit of an internal battle trying to decide whether or not it would be safe to eat, but in the end, I threw caution to the wind because grumpasaurus rexes have a high tolerance for questionable food, as evidenced by prior candy consumption.

Oh, and another thing that grumpasaures like? Lovely scented candles. While stomping home after work through the streets of Manhattan, I stopped and picked up a nice candle at the market down the street for no good reason. Even g-rexes like their apartments to smell spring fresh!

All I needed was a marathon of Real Housewives of NYC and some nail paintage (Essie- Lapis of Luxury)…

And pretty soon, I was back to my usual self! I woke up this morning ready to kick my strength training workout’s ass in the gym. Oh, AND it’s Dunkin’ Donuts day…so I’m sipping on some liquid perfection as we speak.

And it’s Friday! Kman and I have a fun-filled weekend ahead of us. We’re heading up to visit his family, and I’m going to whip up a batch of Jenna’s Heath Bar Blondies to bring with me

Lesson? As long as it’s not an every day thing, it’s perfectly OK to embrace your inner grumpasaurus every so often. It’s not possible to be happy and smiley 24/7.

Question! How do you deal when you feel yourself turning into Oscar the Grouch?