I am feeling feisty tonight. I just told Dave that I am feeling evil and I don't think we should talk anymore tonight. I don't know what my problem is, but I just feel like slapping somebody. Dave went to get me takeout for dinner tonight because I came home starving. When he brought it home, I came out of my bedroom like a bear and said (very hostile), Where's my food? Dave just looked at me, and was like, It's on the table. I snatched it up and scampered back to my room, clutching my panini to my chest. (I think I am trying to evoke an image of a squirrel.)
I am feeling so cranky! I did not sleep well last night and had an insanely busy day today, and a slightly less insanely busy day yesterday. Thursday was also very busy... We have had no downtime this week at all. Dave had to work today, one of his hurricane makeup days, from our non-hurricane Faye.
I just feel evil! Maybe I should have titled this evil! Or cranky! Feisty seems a little too positive to describe what I feel right now.
I just heard Dave ask Anna if she wanted to go out in the garage with him to update the laundry. He said, Let's see... is there a racoon out here? Nope! No raccoons!
Like having to check for racoons is just a cheerful little game we play to make laundry day more exciting.
It's amazing what you can get used to. A year ago, I was blogging about the racoons, and just carrying on and so distressed about them. I was so scared of them that I felt trapped in my own house, and had to stand on a chair and peek out the window at the top of the door to see if they were out there. And now, it's like our two families have reached a peaceful agreement. We respect that they may choose to come on the porch to have supper (cat food), and they expect us to give them some warning and enter the porch cautiously, so that they have time to leave. They don't want to be interrupted during mealtime. I feel that way about food also.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
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