Late this past summer, I found myself getting an attitude.  The, “I don’t want to”, attitude that plague’s me from time to time.  I have a special little “word” that sums it all up -*Ugh*.

One word, many meanings, and it’s easily measurable.  Broken down into 4 levels, it looks like this…

1.) The mildly irritated, I’ll do it tomorrow *ugh*

• Often let out as more of a sigh (sometimes long / sometimes short, an exhale)
• Audible distance: unless they were sitting on your lap, no one probably heard.
• Looks-wise: you still manage to look *pretty* under pressure.

2.) The lukewarm, why is this happening to me *ugh* Continue reading