The burr under my saddle.
The bee in my bonnet.
Calls every day.
Multiple times a day.
Different phone number every time.
Words dripping of sweet talk and empty promises.
I hate her.
God help the woman behind that perky voice.
May she never cross my path.
(I love this photo. My resting face is fierce. I was not aware until I saw this photo. Makes me look braver than I am. I am 56 January 3rd. My goal for the year is to be as fierce as my resting face!)