I walked into the kitchen and saw a bowl of lemons (freshly picked from a co-workers tree). I immediately started making fresh squeezed lemonade.

A coworker walked in while I was shaking up my concoction.

“Look! Someone brought lemons! Now we can make lemonade!” I chirped.

“Well…that’s the spirit. I like your outlook…” she replied, dryly.

Oh…um…yeah. I guess am literally a “make lemonade” person even when I don’t realize I’m a WALKING CLICHE. Underneath this red hair, I am still a blonde. A “make the best of what life gives you” bubbly blonde. Ugh. Makes me want to go brood somewhere and listen to emo music…KIDDING!  “Happy Happy Country Country” anyone?