I’m not relaxed.

I caved in and bought an “adult” coloring book.

Because why cook dinner when I can color, instead?

The pages looked promising.

Ah, the works of art I’d create while I forgot all my troubles!

I dreamed of my new art career, eagerly opened my new box of crayons, and…

Wait. What?

The tips were broken!

ALL the tips were broken off!!!!

Anger zipped through me. I paid good $$ for this stuff!

I screamed and yelled and ripped my coloring book and cried…

…and felt like a five year-old again.

Alas, here is the fountain of youth!!! Yippee!!