The Good
Tonight I made pancakes with an unnecessary bit of silly called the Batter Blaster. Like a Salad Shooter I think, but instead of a dizzy salad you get pancakes from a can. ORGANIC pancakes from a can. Google it, it is awesome in its stupid. But I made shapes. I made baby girls name for her, a flower for me and a heart for him. He told me he loved me too. I told him that was actually a message from his food. That it wanted him to know it loved him. . . maybe it was looking for mercy, I don't really know.
Baby girl said, "So you thought a heart would be the best way for daddy to know his food loved him?"
I said, "Honey, I was just kidding. I was being funny."
To which she said, all undertone and turning away, "Well I didn't think it was funny at all."
And we laughed. Which only made her more indignant.
The Bad
My stupid shoes screwed up my stupid knee and stupid ankle. And they are cheap, ugly nothing of shoes, which makes the fact that I keep wearing them. . . well. . stupid. And they are swollen and they hurt. Not the shoes, the body parts. I threw the shoes away.
The Ugly
I have no idea what the hell is going on but I seem to be pissing the husband off like wildfire today. I'm cranky, he's cranky, there's so much stress, lots to do at the job, at home, etc. . . I just want to crawl under the covers and let it all pass me by. But it won't. It will still be there when I come up for air. But we both better get the stick out of our asses, 'casue I am done with feeling bad, thank you.
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