Warning:

If I could click my heels together...I would gladly

 demonstrate how I think this should be done. Since, I can not do that...I will just post a picture that makes me want to laugh.  Laughing is good.  Or so I'm told. 

The universe my employer is f*ck'n with me.  Tons and tons of big little things that add up to be BIG things.  Enough to make me want to sit here....on my couch...and not return to work this afternoon.

However, my husband might not be very happy with that come pay day.  And, it might end up with me telling him to click his heels and get a job.

So instead; I will just look at people and think to myself:

Click
Your Heels

Together

Three Times

and

Go F*ck

Yourself