I hate lemonade. It’s sour, and gives me heartburn. I even have trouble stomaching the pink stuff. So why is it that life always seems to think we need or want lemons? The saying “When life hands you lemons, make lemonade” has always bothered me. I mean, it’s good advice and all that. But there’s just something not quite right about it. It’s a little too settled. Resigned, maybe-that’s the word. Hmm. It’s one saying I don’t like to just accept. In this post I’m here to say screw lemonade! When life hands you lemons tell it you are highly allergic to citrus, bust out your epi-pen, and be sure to collect life’s name and contact information for insurance purposes later. The way I see it, there are three ways we can handle this. And each one is perfect for a specific kind of situation. Choose wisely.