It’s Thursday, almost made it to the weekend. I feel eager for weekends to arrive, but I wonder why. My weekdays aren’t too bad. Someone once said “don’t wish your life away” Nonetheless, I like Saturdays and Sundays because the alarm doesn’t go off, not that I sleep too late.
The things that I find most annoying about my morning routine:
Shaving, Damn, I just did this yesterday.
I don’t dislike walking the dogs, but they seem to purposely waste my time. For example, they’ll run to the same grassy spot every day, both bury their noses in and stay there till I drag them away. Then Sheba will stand and stare up the road while Ditto takes care of business. Then, when it’s time to come back in, Sheba’s like “Wait! Wait!, I didn’t go yet!” Then she wants to go back over where that sweet smelling grass was. All I want to do is get back upstairs and start my first cuppa coffee.
Last night was not a good night for sleeping. There were cats in heat, yowling like ghosts. They started after we went to bed, I was asleep, incorporating them in my dream. The Wife sprayed water at them from the porch with the hose. Then they started up again before dawn, and I tried to shoot at them with my slingshot, but they were gone by the time I got out there. (I think there’s two cats in heat) Then Ditto started chewing bubble gum. Know what that means? When a dawg licks himself loud and it sounds like someone chewing bubble gum with their mouth open. I threw my shoe at him.
So here I am , crabby and bitchy about my wonderful life.And I didn’t even mention the bank, screwing up my checkbook and consuming TWO of my valuable beach lunch hours. Didn’t even mention it.