If sweating the small stuff was an Olympic event....

My sister would be the undisputed champion of the world, and she'd win gold, silver, and bronze every time they hold the games.

I'm pretty much the opposite, as I let very little actually bother me. I'm much like a duck, letting the daily problems sort of roll off my back.

Don't get me wrong, I mean, you've all heard me rant, and there are plenty of things that go on in this world that totally piss me off, but it's usually short-lived for me. I'll gesticulate, raise my voice, and curse a blue streak, but once it's out of my system, I calm right back down.

My sister, however, just can't seem to let go of the little things.

Buenos con queso,

T.