Last week was not really a good week for me. In fact, this whole year (post maternity leave) has been something else. But then tonight, driving home in my rented Nissan Versa (which I am paying for myself (thank you very much Miss Uninsured Pregnant Motorist Driving While Texting), I saw the following bumper sticker, which Jesus himself may have sent to me as a special, personal message on the back of a white Chevy:
PUT ON YOUR BIG-GIRL PANTIES AND DEAL WITH IT.
I think that, combined with IGBOK, might just be enough to save the world.