Crankypants McCrabby

My dear 6 readers, I am in a foul mood. Much like Peter Pan, it started last night, followed the second star to the right, and continued straight on till morning. And then afternoon. And I need to not be cranky tonight because it's a high holy day indeed - my fantasy football draft! Last year I let my team suffocate and die a hideous death for some very silly reasons, which means: now I have FIRST PICK! Obvs, that is going to be pretty sweet. But in the meantime I've got to kiss these blues goodbye.

What are your tried and true ways for getting out of a crabby mood?

I have a few (some more readily accessible during the work day than others) to share with you, but I do want to hear your bad mood busters in the comments.

* Singing the opening bars of Kung Fu Fighting (whoa-hoh-oh-oooooooooh), very quietly, out loud, to myself.

* Thinking about how much my dad looks like Béla Károlyi:

* Imagine winning an award and telling my grade school nemesis off in the acceptance speech.

* Mary J. Blige.

* Conjuring the memory of eating The World's Smallest BLT.

* Imagining taking a bath. NB: not actually taking a bath because first I would have to clean the tub really well and also I can't use bubble bath or salts or anything because I am sensitive to all of that, so it's basically just making Meg Soup. Which is kind of gross. But the IDEA of a perfect, pretty bath is great.

* Cooking up a ton of delicious food.

* Taking some "time for yourself" with a favorite battery-operated (or manual! I know some of you dig manual!) accessory.

* Doing yoga. When I started practice this afternoon I was like "grumblemumbleyoga." And at the end of practice I was like "grumblemumbleiloveyoga."

* Looking at this picture: