Sunday, December 13, 2009
I stopped at an espresso drive-thru and got an iced mocha with whipped cream. Louie was riding shotgun curled up in a ball with the butt warmer on. I got disracted with a call and the next minute I looked down, I was greeted by a grinning whipped creamed-faced dog with a straw in his mouth. It was classic.
I've been on the pity pot lately. (If you haven't noticed.) Not a fun place to be. I know its stupid, but sometimes you just can't help it. Today I was a tad grumpy. I was yelling at stupid drivers and wanted to tip over a holiday display. Bah Humbug! Hehe. I usually adore Christmas, but with everything I've dealt with this year I guess I'm a little cynical and pissed off. I'm with Chele, what the hell happened to "gentlmen"? I can't remember the last time a man opened a door for me. In fact, I had a door swing into my face tonight. Thanks dude. I'm thinking my choices are somewhat nill in this day and age. I'm too old fashioned I guess. I believe I have much to give, but I don't want to cast my pearls before swine, you know? I want to be taken care of this time and be the adoring, loyal wife. I make good money, I'm educated, I love to cook and I love sex, but I'm not putting up with any shit. I'm done with that. Tiger Woods? What an idiot!! Cheat on Elin Nordegren? FOOL.
OK I'm done ranting on my blog here into cyber space. Everything is wonderful and normal.
I did buy myself some earrings. A little Christmas gift to myself. ;-)