So, I thought I'd come on here and gripe, since you all are such good listeners
This morning, I was putting some chicken in a dish to marinate while I was at work. (I've been on a big marinading kick lately for some reason...) Mind you, at this point I was still tired, hadn't even had a cup of coffee yet, a requirement for me to be in an even reasonably mood.
So there I was, shaking the bottle, and it slips out of my hand. Rather than just hit the ground or break open gently, I hits the floor just right so that it blows open the seal and shoots marinade ALL THE F*$@ OVER! It coats the cupboards, counters, toaster, oven, microwave, refrigerator...hell some even got on the ceiling!
Now, I would usually freak out and curse a blue streak! However, I paused for a moment. Now..."what would that little furry inside you do?" I found myself smirking slightly. To be honest, I found not the urge to be mad, but instead, all I wished was to flop down on the floor, all padded up, in my jammies and call out to my "mom" to fix everything.
Of course that wasn't an option, but imagining it managed to take just enough of the edge off to keep me from blowing my top. It took 45 minutes to clean it all up and I got to work late, but I was still smiling as I drove to my cubicle.
PS I meant "fursona" by the way, not "persona" in the thread title.