Riding the Crimson Wave
On Monday I made sure that everyone in my family knew that my patience reservoir for the year had dried up and that it had dried up the previous Saturday, and I was not to be bugged any longer.
At dinner time when I was supposed to be cooking frozen pizza, I threw a chocolate box from the living room into the kitchen with all the furry of my little flabby chihuaha arm, just to let everyone know I was serious about having no more patience.
So I stomped upstairs and was playing on the internet and then realized that I do this everyone month. Oh the joys of the female body. Since then I have kept myself drugged and caffeinated and things have calmed down a bit. What I really want though is an iv of diet cherry vanilla drpepper pumped into me. Also some of the green Cafe Rio dressing would be lovely on anything.
And it would be nice if the kid would stop following me around destroying the house. I guess I just need a bit of a vacation from the whining of the kid. I like him and all, and think that he is gorgeous and the cutest kid ever. But seriously whining all day long gets old at about 9:30 am.