Posted 02-13-2004 at 04:23:08
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I don't know.
Yesterday I gritted my teeth and put hot wire around the inside of the pen where the puppies are. They had learned to climb the walls and get out. Then I sat and watched until each one had learned what that wire was about. I hated doing it, but it was the only thing I could think to do and nobody else seemed to care about what they were up to.
Jenny, who watched Raisin get zapped, sniffed...
"What...are ya in a bad mood or something? Meany."
Jill used my truck Wednesday to take the trash to the end of the road and run a personal errand. I went out yesterday morning. She had run her errand, but left the two full trash bags in the back of my truck. I drove right past the trash cans, and all the way to the high school, where I transferred the bags of trash to the back of her truck where it sat parked in the student parking lot, and drove home. Stopping only to pick up a giant sized Hershey's bar with almonds, which I inhaled.
I fired three shells in the air over Billy's head and it was all I could do not to outright shoot him for chasing the pigs out of their feed. Stupid goat. I didn't pet a single dog yesterday, and instead of letting the cats in to eat, I stuck a bowl outside for them, thereby missing out on my daily cat snuggle. I didn't collect the eggs. I'm not even sure I brushed my hair yesterday.
I went through my favorites list and deleted about eighty percent of the links I had stored there. Links that have been there for years. People and places that up til yesterday I was convinced I did not want to lose contact with. Poof. Gone.
Last night I went on a tirade about the bedroom television. My 'sound' repair didn't keep, now you can't hear it at all.
"I'm not dragging that stupid thing back to town to be worked on again. Forget it. I'll throw a boot through the screen first. It weighs a ton and it's awkward and I have to babysit it all the way up the bumpy road and back. I want a new t.v."
Fred laid there in bed beside me and said nothing.
"It wouldn't be so bad if this wasn't the SECOND repair! What's next?"
Still no answer.
"Am I in a bad mood?" I asked.
"You cert-ainly are." He said, sounding a lot like Oliver Hardy from Laurel and Hardy.
"Why?" I demanded.
"I don't know, but it's very apparant that you are."
"No I'm not. I'm fed up."
"You're going to have to be a little more specific."
"About having to do EVERYTHING MYSELF! Okay? Nobody does anything around here without a dammed court order. Nobody offers to do anything! I have to do it all! Why am I the only one who can tell when the trash can is full or when the a/c filter has to be changed or when the....(I won't bore you with the list)....Why is that! Why do I have to do everything!!?"
"You don't." He said.
"Oh?" Very condescending. "I don't huh. Really. Name ONE THING I don't have to do."
"You don't have to put up with YOU right now."
He rolled over pulling the covers over his head.