adjective:
1. Beset or overwhelmed with woe; immersed in grief or sorrow; woeful.
2. Being in a sorry condition; dismal-looking; dilapidated; run-down.Socrates, condemned to death by the people of Athens, prepares to drink a cup of hemlock, surrounded by woebegone friends.
– Alain De Botton, The Consolations of PhilosophyWoebegone is from Middle English wo begon, from wo (from Old English wa, used to express grief) + begon, past participle of begon, “to go about, to beset,” from Old English began, bigan, from bi-, “around, about” + gan, “to go.”
This word reminds me of this book which I have not read. From the title, sounds depressing. I know, it’s a radio show! Whatever.
I’m grumpy today and feeling woebegone because….well, a variety of things. Here’s one thing:
My BABY lost her first tooth. I was not prepared for my emotional reaction.
I almost cried. WTH? A tooth. A teeny weeny baby tooth. That, IMO, has no business being out of that flappin’ little mouth. Truly, a lazy tooth shirking its responsibilities. I am sure it had many more months, maybe years, of chewing that it was lined up for.
And THIS, two weeks before she goes off to full day kindergarten? What I am going to be like on THAT DAY?
You don’t want to know. I don’t want to know.
All I feel like doing now is going around woeing…sighsighsigh.
Are you having woebegone days?
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I confessed a few weeks ago about certain 
First off, Jerell woke up or landed from his planet or perhaps, his teammate Stella lassoed his ass back down with her leather (“leatha!”) straps. Whatever it was, Jerell made what I thought was the most appropriate outfit for the task and should have won.
Kenley, with all her loud opinions, actually helped her team leader, Keith, to improve the shape of the dress they made (but Nina was right that it looked more cocktail than office). Although Kenley bugs me with her flower-in-the-hair-40′s-retro deal, I couldn’t help enjoy her burst of laughter when Daniel proclaimed for the 43rd time thus far, “I have very high end taste!” (or did he say, I have hiney taste?).
As for Blayne, WTF?? I think he has not worked in an office or been around women of…*throat clearing*…a certain age. We are not wearing those shorts to the office, dear. I personally would not wear them in a house. I would not wear them with a mouse. I would not wear them here or there. I would not wear… You get the idea. (I’m all literary today!)
Lastly, we had Kelli and Daniel‘s design. Ick. If she just would have left out that green, lacey crap, it would have helped. But her outfit was cheap, dated and unoriginal. However, it was almost worth it to hear Kors say slutty-slutty-slutty real fast. 
And Daniel, her teammate, took no responsibility (“I don’t care” “It’s her design”) which seemed to help him in the end, in fact. Way to save your scrawny butt, D! Especially after making that horrid skirt.
