Jlogged

You can try to convince me that the moon phases don’t matter.  That this gravitational pull stuff is just hogwash, but you won’t.  Yesterday was pretty craptastic.  My kids were unkind.  My husband was cranky.  People in public were rude.  A baby flipped me off.

I thought to myself “jeeze it must be a full moon.”  So I come home, checked online, and yup 99% full.  There really is something to it.  If you don’t believe me ask anyone who works in a mental institution what full moon nights are like at work.  Their answer will likely be crazy-er.

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