I like it when I become crabby & decide to do something about it.

( More Blather, Yeah! )

30 September, 2006: "Smother the Whisperer." I had just ditched my previous blog due to the unwelcome, destructive presence of a couple of readers; the former blog did not have the option to privacy-protect posts. The post was about my feelings about my marriage, at the time. The wheedling is as follows:

 ( The Whining Road ) I am groggy this morning... dreamt of Louisiana's potholes & bayous. Kept on driving into them, but I was so amused at my own foolishness that I was laughing, and laughing very hard.

 Off to make tea & coffee. Yes, I'm having both.

 Cheers  All


 P.S. Kev, where did you go?? Cannot access your blog anymore... as in, I get a blank screen. Wha?

Good Easter. Must go to bed very soon, as I must be in Hastings by 6am tomorrow morning for the beginning of my preceptorship. Wish me luck, beautiful people! I'm so nervous, I'm going to need a sleeping pill to stay asleep. And no food tomorrow morning, for fear of having nervous diarrhea, cha-cha-cha.

~ Quick aside, before I forget... I learned how to play non-Texas Hold 'Em poker this weekend. Yes, it's taken me this long to learn. Anyway. So, Husband was calling my bluffs & telling the other players that I was bluffing (and most of the time, I was-- I've always claimed to have a sucky poker face). I asked him how he could tell, and he replied "I know you... I can read you." I wanted to sock him. HARD. I saucily replied "You don't know me as well as you think." It's a good thing our hosts know that we're getting divorced. Anyway.

Holy Stinking Crap, people!! He can "read me," yet for the past 3 years he's been unable to figure out why I get so pissed when shit isn't picked up, dishes are left undone, etc. After SIX years, he's been unable to figure out that I need a man of romance & tenderness. The sappy, sweet kind that makes me beam with joy & become inspired to perform similar acts of service/sweet things in return. "I'm not a mind reader," he used to say. "I don't know what you want."

Gee, but NOW you claim that you can "read me." You're so funny. You passive-aggressive jerk! Bah.

Cheers & All!