Mrs J likes to think that she does a lot less complaining these days than she used to. She really pretty much eliminated the mother-of-all-complaining when she quit her job.

If she complains, it’s usually a tongue-in-cheek complaint along the lines of poor-me-I-have-to-eat-this-delicious-cake.

And today was one of those days. She went on the Internet to do some research for the creative activities she’s planning. Four hours later she’s got a splitting headache.

And she whined.

Because there is just so much interesting stuff to do. And so much time. How can she possibly choose?

It’s like ordering-coffee-at-Starbucks hooking up with choosing-your-salad-dressing.

When in doubt, go Ranch.

As Mrs B would say, you never don’t have time, because time is all you have.

Poor Mrs J. She’s got it too good.