so today didnt go so great. you could say it was the battle of good and evil. there has been a lot of ice cream involved.
this morning started out bad. real bad. but right in all the unhappiness a welcome surprise. the UPS guy came by - on his day off - to make sure i got my package yesterday (i did). he said it bugged him all day b/c he didnt have a good way to secure it, and i wasnt around, and he just had to leave it in the fence. he said he thought that maybe the dogs got it or that it blew away and - did i get my stuff?
you could have knocked me over with the feather.
yes, yes friend i got my stuff and thanks so much.
so i had a little bit of a spring in my step but i had such a bad headache i told the husband that EVERYONE would be happier if i had a 'time out' and i was gonna go to the store by myself.
i pictured it for an hour. me, alone. no one bugging me or pulling on me or pooping on me...and i would be clean, dry, not muddy. i was practically giddy with glee as i jumped in the truck and headed for the gate.
and there he was.
that Old Man Neighbor. mowing down my hay. again.
you know, i know that i can be aggressive, and tho i'm small in stature i make up with it with mouth-and-teeth and my bad attitude. and seeing that old man up there on his tractor, scalping the yard and headed for another swipe of my hay... it was the final straw to my bad day.
so i got out of the truck.
somewhere behind me The Big Man was lumbering up the drive because he was gonna open the gate for me - so you know, i wouldnt have to be wet, hot, or muddy.
i know he saw me get out or at least heard me slamming the door - and possibly breaking that back window which was cracked anydamnway.
i vaguely recall hearing those lumbering steps quickly picking up speed and him yelling "Babe! No! No! I'll handle....."
then it all became a blur.
now i'm not saying that i'd ACTUALLY run up on an old man, drag him from his tractor, and beat the tar out of him.... but i was in a particularly bad mood this morning.
and it probably looked like thats what i was fixin' to do.
the footsteps behind me turned into a run.
when all was said and done i was hustled into the truck and i left. of course, by then i was muddy because i jumped down into a puddle and i was hot because.. well.. i was hot
so get this.
TBM goes and talks to the old man, man to man, and tells him......
that if that old man kept mowing down my "weeds" it would only make it harder on HIM! because "you know how she is..." and i'd make my hubby go out and do more fencing! so could that old man quit making more work for him!!!???
so maybe the man talk worked. but if not TBM is going to do more fencing if he knows it or not.
so thats whats been going on here. rage. fencing. ice cream.
i'd say "happy thursday" but today i dont rightly mean it.
* mutter mutter mutter mutter *
Or at the very least when the dog farts....
Funny the computer doesn't mind what the dog did.
