Tigger and Eeyore

Decide now. Are you gonna be a Tigger or an Eeyore? Me? I'm an Eeyore. I can't help it, I just am. I'd like to be a Tigger but my temper won't allow for eternal happiness and seeing joy in everything. I certainly take notice that I'm lucky in terms of health, not being forced into child labor, and other such horrors. I'm thankful - most of the time. But I get irritated. No, I get downright pissed off. And quick. And passionately. And I stay that way. I'm still pretty pissed that we bought this fucking house for way too much the month before the market started blowing. Now we're fucked, we're gonna lose our ass if we have to sell quick. Not that that is happening, which leads me to the Numero Uno source of my wrath right now. It kinda ruffles my feathers when some podunk fucking town in Nebraska strings my husband along for a month about a job and then just quits returning his messages. I would be upset that we aren't gonna get to move there if I wasn't seeing red over the way they handled things and how they treated Sexy Beast. I'm not upset about not going there now, I'd rather something work out here so we don't lose our ass in before mentioned suck-fest housing market. After much praying for a quick, easy answer to the job/moving situation, we get a month of waiting and stress. The answer no is fine, the unnecessary bullshit isn't. Why would God's answer to "please let this go easy on us" be no? It's little bad luck shit all the time. Like throwing out a broken freezer and spending a bunch of money on a new one and turns out the outlet we were using was fucked. Why? Or even the missed shot thing with Aidan. It's a fucking nightmare for him to get shots and then they "forget" one? Why? These aren't earth-shattering incidents but they cause stress, regret... and why? For what reason? To teach us what lesson? Fuck that, I'm pissed.