Ah, the sweet, sweet taste of Disappointment

So, I didn't get it. And I am bummed. But not depressed or bereft or sobbin' in my Cheerios. I am disappointed.

And while I can't stand the weight of disappointment, and vehemently feel that is should be an emotion reserved for the parents of teenage children, I suppose it could be worse.

My friend Elaina got it. Her work is incredible (check it out here) and I am super proud of her.

Maybe next time.