[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]I was in a hideous mood earlier this week (I’d blame lack of sleep over the weekend, but after dressing up like a flying squirrel on Saturday night, I slept until 10 the next morning.). Clark was feeling salty too, mostly because he hates the rain. And because I imagine his moods for him. I figured I’d wallow in my grouchiness, and then get over it. Wallowing, for…
