Having a bad day, and knowing that writing out some of my frustrations would just tick me off even more, I have taken to music to share my angst. If that isn’t enough to make you want to watch my 5 minute improvised diatribe, I put my cute baby in it. That’s enough at least for my mom to get through the entire thing before calling me to tell me to sit up straight. Which yes, you’re right mom. This totally counts for my GPOYW too. Wouldn’t want to subject you to too much of my angry mug today.