I read somewhere that someone that is tired is just a tall two year old.
I'm having a tantrum.
If you don't want cranky or a tantrum today...
turn the page.
I think it started Thursday with the city I live in.
I was informed that my "pile" of wood was on city property.
"Uh, it's not a pile, it's stacked on my property."
We've stacked wood in the alley against our fence for 20 years.
Apparently Thursday they wanted it changed.
Saturday, Howie was home for the weekend.
We spent the afternoon moving wood.
Still another stack to go.
While we were outside the Mayor of the town came by.
He was campaigning.
I invited him into the house.
Then took him through the house.
And out to the alley.
I showed him our stack that remained.
I also show him the phone poles and bushes that stick out further than my wood.
He agreed, that we needn't have moved the wood.
And that it didn't encroach upon "city" property.
Rich, you have my vote tomorrow!
Speaking of the alley,
It's being driven down like the Indy 500.
As this town has grown, so have the creative ways to get from one place to another.
It's an ALLEY people!
For some reason the alley has turned into a damn thoroughfare.
(Yes I said damn.)
Cars should not drive through alleys like that.
I have had two cats killed in that alley the last three months.
Yes, my toilet paper destroying cat.
Another reason for the crankiness.
I'm tired of Howie being gone all the time.
He's been gone for more weeks this year than he's been home.
He's my best friend.
He's my lover.
He's my foot warmer.
He's my fixer guy.
He left again yesterday afternoon.
And I hate the daylight savings time change!
I don't love it dark at 5:00 PM!
And it's freezing cold outside!
They turn out flat and horrible!
I know, I have so much and am so blessed.
We are employed.
And the traveling will end.
And we are healthy.
I truly know that.
I'm a tall two year old.
And I need a nap.
Maybe after I've read this I'll delete it.