For someone born smiling, I sure have been grumpy the past couple weeks. Grumpy can mean swearing aloud, smashing a coffee cup with extra oomph on the table, closing a cabinet door with particular firmness or stomping around while posting vague social media memes in the hopes someone will ask whatâs wrong. For me, grumpy means thinking irritable, albeit creative, swear words while grinning like that Cheshire Cat in âAlice in Wonderland.â (Look it up.) You think Iâm being delightfully engaged; Iâm planning how I can shove a pie in your face. I hide my grumpy so well I need to alert Ranger Ed. âHey, Iâm grumpy.â He and the Cat 5s nod and go about on tiptoes.