50/50

Those are the odds........50/50 chance. The odds that I'm either going to:

a). Go ballistic and rip some one's head off.

b). Sit down and cry.

If someone looks at me wrong.

Up for a gamble.

My family isn't. You game.

I'm thinking it's a combination of pregnancy hormones and the stress this past year has brought. Baby momma just might blow. And it ain't gonna be pretty.

You've been forewarned. thankyousoverymuch.