Does anyone have a magic elixir to get me out of this nasty, bitchy mood I am in? First, I was in a dead sleep when Spike called me to go shopping early this morning. Now it is set for about 2:30 this afternoon. I hate grocery shopping. Spike called me three times. My cell phone was way under the computer desk where you put your feet. Took me a half hour to find it. I called myself from my computer, heard it yet couldn't locate it. Then the episode with The Pirate and the condensed milk didn't help any.
No cream for my coffee. Had to get dressed and run to the corner store for that. Just having my first cup of the day. Cold, raw, windy out. As I went to cross the street on my scooter, an 18 wheeler was coming, and I waved him on so he wouldn't have to down shift to let a handicap person cross. The truck driver blew me a kiss. That did make me laugh.
I set Rosie loose to vacuum while I was out. I came back and she did the whole room except for in front of the computer desk. That is my fault. I forgot to move the chair.
Then there is my finger. I have to keep a bulky bandage on it to keep me from banging it.
Doesn't help much with touch typing. I have a big problem with the O and the P. I keep hitting the [. Very annoying. But it does make for some interesting words. The bandage makes it look like I lost half my finger instead of just the tip.
Last night The Pirate made a big pot of delicious beef stew. I could only eat a small bowl. Wasn't very hungry.
I could smell it as it was simmering. Was so looking forward to it.
Okay, I am now done and am going to try to cheer up!
Oh yeah. One more thing. We still have no heat!