I woke up this morning in an unbelievably, uncharacteristically black mood. Even my kittens ran for cover.
Monday. Bah! Painting. Double bah! Bad hair day. BAH. Disassembled toilet. Bah humbug!

As I harrumphed my way through the house, my husband made some half-hearted attempts to mollify the beast who had replaced his wife. Would I like some breakfast? Could he get me some towels? Perhaps I would like to kiss him before I left for the day? I think my withering stare convinced him of the necessity of a strategic retreat.
I sat in my car cursing the traffic gods while I stewed under a black cloud of aggravatedness. And then “Boogie Wonderland” came on the radio. (It is scientifically for me to stay angry while listening to “Boogie Wonderland”, especially if it’s the fab version from “Happy Feet”.)
Finally, I came to my senses.
How You Too Can Kick The Funk
Don’t try and go from zero-to-happy in 2.4 seconds. You’ll just feel like a fake, and nothing adds to your funk more than acting like you are happy. (”How you act, so shall you be.” Yeah, yeah, bite me.)
Of all people, animal trainers know that behavior modification doesn’t happen in an instant. So use these tips to tame your inner tiger.
1. Groove the savage beast.
For Her.
For Him.
2. Tranquilize with tidbits.
Something simple. Something happy. Preferably something chocolate. (All the best lion trainers have tubs of steak at their disposal! What’s your stash?)
3. Be with the bite-sized.
By the time you’ve taken the edge of your cantankerousness, you are ready to test your disposition with the cutest members of your family. Cuddle with a kitten! Play with a puppy! Cavort with a child!
4. Rally with an ally.
Start with a friend. Add a dash of frivolity. Stir. Repeat if necessary. Perhaps campy 80’s music, funny YouTube videos, or Dilbert could be taken under discussion?
5. Take it to the mattress.
Heh! (Sorry, couldn’t help myself.) Really, go do something with your beloved which you both enjoy. If after this bonanza of beatific-ness you are still nursing your inner barbarian, then give up and go find a cranky cave until you are ready bless society with sunshine and rainbows.






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July 14, 2008 at 5:20 pm
stopbouncing
Where may one find this “Cranky Cave” and is there a doorman to keep the “If you think you’re happy, you’ll be happy!” people out?
Because frankly, I am one stupid question away from a straitjacket.
hayden tompkins says:
What’s the question? (LOL, sorry. I’m feeling frisky!)
July 14, 2008 at 5:45 pm
Connie
LMAO! The above comment had me in tears! So I guess no fake it til you make it comments will be welcomed
hayden tompkins says:
Well, I’m no longer cranky – so sure! You just can’t tell someone to do that while they are cranky, otherwise you are bearing the lion in its den!
July 14, 2008 at 6:06 pm
stopbouncing
Keep that kind of behavior up and you’ll be in charge of dying my restraints pink.
hayden tompkins says:
Unkle!
July 14, 2008 at 6:27 pm
Lee McKusick
Haha, that Dilbert comic is great. Scott Adams is a genius. As are you, Hayden.
You’re right, its definitely the small stuff, the mid-day, comic-induced laughter, a chewy oatmeal raisin cookie, and the like that can get you out of the “funk” and get you through the day.
hayden tompkins says:
Lee, have you ever read the Dilbert blog? Even if you don’t agree, he always gives you something to think about. (Though it is markedly less funny than his comics!)
July 14, 2008 at 6:57 pm
thedailydish
Heyya crankypants!! Glad to hear you kicked the crabs to the curb. Sorry I’ve been so slack keeping up — too much reality for my cyber life to keep up. Sounds like the blog is skyrocketing. As well it should be..
Love ya babe. xoxo
hayden tompkins says:
I hope you noticed I added you to my blog roll, missy. I figure it’s only fair since you are the one who introduced me to the gratuitous use of CAPS LOCK for super extra mega added emphasis.
July 14, 2008 at 10:43 pm
thedailydish
WOW. I am HONORED.
PS: I will try to post more — I posted today but zapped it. TMI, as John says..
July 15, 2008 at 3:31 am
Night Writer
The Cranky Cave doesn’t need doormen to keep the over-sweetened do-gooders away; the bones of the previous meddlers on the ground in front of it will do the trick (cue Monty Python/Holy Grail image).
My dad used to get his crank on and we all knew to just steer clear and give him room, which may have been his intent. Whenever I try it, however, it just doesn’t work because my wife and daughters refuse to be intimidated. Oooh, that’s so annoying!
hayden tompkins says:
LOL! Yeah, you really have to be committed to it.
July 15, 2008 at 1:28 pm
SanityFound
ROFL too funny, going to bookmark this one for when next I am grumpy and if anyone has a problem with me eating chocolate in the morning they’ll just continue to get “the” look!
hayden tompkins says:
Rawr!