Wicked Grins Do Wonders for the Skin

Someone enraged me before coffee. And the brain doesn’t act right before it has been properly kissed by its hot beverage of choice. I almost wrote a rambling post about soul-sickening people, about verbally smacking them until my hammering words bled some sense out of their skulls.

Then I recalled what I told the Little Princess when she asked, “Why don’t you hate anybody?”

“Hating people is exhausting business,” I said to her. “I rather save that kind of energy to plan obliteration and defenestration.” She laughed; defenestration lives in her bag of favorite words.

The image of the Little Princess roaring at the idea of someone being hurled out of a window completely appeased the rage brewing in me. What can I say? I’m ruthlessly weird like that. And a healthy dose of wicked grins does wonders for my witchy skin.

raging morn;
but on the Witch’s face,
curly grins
.

linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Platform

Magaly (Jan 11, 2016)

57 thoughts on “Wicked Grins Do Wonders for the Skin

  1. Someone had the audacity to enrage you first thing BEFORE coffee?? Oh, that’s just so wrong. I’m happy you found the grin, it’s an infectious one and goes oh so much farther than a sliver of rage.

  2. outstanding curls.
    and if that’s just a grin, what does the smile look like?!

    i will not enrage you before coffee.
    or ever.
    you don’t seem to be one who ought to be trifled with 🙂

    • My smiles are infused with cackles and a lot more teeth. I know, it’s almost unimaginable. 😀

      Enraging people before coffee is not just mean, but totally uncivilized. Don’t you think? 😉

    • “Snippy Little Barista” sounds like a great title, lol!

      No, it was someone who felt the need to show her sympathy by telling me how pleased they were that my pain wasn’t as terrible as theirs, since it allowed me to be happy. And of course, they would pray to Jesus so that I would never feel real pain. I wanted to do some serious choking… But, um… “Defenestration!” *feel better* 😀

  3. At work, defenstration is useless. Our office is on the ground floor. But we do have a paper shredder that might take in half a person, with a little push … *sigh*

  4. So funny, why is “defenestration” such a great word? I remember learning that word, probably at your Princess’s age, and finding ways of using it all the time. Haha!

    • I think I learned it while reading a novel on the Harlem Renaissance… and like you and the Little Princess, tried to use it as much as I could. There is definitely something about “defenestration”. 😀

  5. “All right,” said the Cat; and this time it vanished quite slowly, beginning with the end of the tail, and ending with the grin, which remained some time after the rest of it had gone.”
    ― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass

    🙂

    much love…

  6. If you are to be angry, make sure you do it rarely but intense… and never before a cup of coffee… and yes defenestration is a great word to have in mind (and for safety do it from the bottom floor)

  7. I know that feeling first thing in the morning before coffee, I know that look too before a word is spoke they say ” I’m sorry but can I please go now”

  8. I always read you Magaly but sometimes don’t always leave a comment. I must teach L the spelling of defenestration it may be the winning spelling bee word. I get up pretty early in the morning and encompass myself with a protected bubble to start the day. Glad to hear the last medical visit went better.

    • I do the same thing with your blog, hence every now and again my comments might sound a little crazy because I still have the older post in my head, lol!

      And yes, defenestration is a great spelling bee word! 😀

  9. I liked the conversational explanation here, Magaly. To the writer herself and to the daughter was great!!
    Back when I was an abused kid I would dream awake of hurling myself out of a window, then wondering if I would fly or fall. I’ve had that same day dream a few times as an adult but not lately nor often. Scary.
    BTW my first grade girl friend killed herself before she was twenty. I had lost track of her by then. Mom told me about it.
    ..

    • I am happy those old “dreams” are not too often these days, Jim. And if they come back, you can always hurl them out of a window in a poem.

      P.S. My first boyfriend also had a tragic end: drowning. I hadn’t talked to him in years before he met such a terrible end, but I remember feeling very strange when my dad told me about it.

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