F*ck!

There's no "undo" button on life, although sometimes it seems like a
brilliant idea!
Take today, for example:
As I was rushing around to pack an overnight bag so as to spend the
night at a friend's house, all my clothes, as if pulled by some
magnetic force, fell off my shelves and onto the floor!
Even though I was already late, I had to pick up and fold ALL my
clothes again.
As I was doing this, my head was swarming with frustrated thoughts and
wishes that there was just a damn "undo" button on life!

As I was running out the front door, I realised that my bag was open
and that bra's and bright T-shirts were trailing behind me, like
breadcrumbs after Hansel and Gretal.
My brother's little 11 year old friend chose that particular moment to
peel his eyes away from the violent computer game that he had been
playing with my dear sibling to jeer at my underware...
Right then, I wished more than anything that there was a way that I
could "undo" his birth!
While I was sitting in the car and just beginning to feel that I would
survive and that life isn't always the biggest bitch in the world, my
darling brother decided that it would be extremely funny to throw this
mother of an elastic-band-ball (which he had been working on for ages)
at the back of my head.
If I could've "undone" the headache that he gave me, as well as
exterminate him and his ball, I would have done so with the utmost
pleasure!
I arrived, steaming, at Jess's house, and almost instantly felt
better.
Jumping out of the car, I ran towards the funny, bubbly girl who had
been my best friend for almost eight years now.
Smiling to myself as we shrieked in that childish way that we do with
each other, only one thing was going through my mind...
Some things in life just aren't meant to be undone.

*Dedicated to Jess....Cheers to the eight years past and may there be
many good times.... even if there are a couple of bad ones along the
way!*
Home evil home! lol