Temper, temper now, woman...

Yeah.
I've got a temper.
A bad one, sometimes, too.

Like now.

I just got Murphy to forgive me for freakin' on him a while ago.

Dumbass, and I mean both of us...

He: Would NOT shut the FUCK up while I was trying to catch a short nap.

I: Have not slept nor eaten right since last Tuesday, the night I told Eric to call and knew.

So: I came out here PISSED and hollered at, then squirted, Murph for being obnoxious.

By "squirted" I mean spritzed with the same spray bottle I use on the cats to make them not do whatever stupid thing it is they're about to do.

So, it's not like I got a garden hose or anything, still...

He did STFU, though...

Then, he pouted.
Then, I felt bad.
NOW, I've gotta go to the stupid store (anyway) and get him some grapes and nanners, cuz that's why he forgave me.
I told him I'd get that stuff for him when I go to the store shortly.

NOW, he's all happy and (fuckin') screechy again and I ain't sayin' a word.
Except for "temper" to myself.

I'm exhausted, losing weight (someone said today) and all nerved/jazzed/bunged up over this move.

God for-fuckin-BID some inanimate object, like a can opener, coffee pot, remote, phone, car, the Earth itself, pisses me off right about now.

I'm of the "kill first, MAYBE take names later" frame of mind.

Kinda like AnimalMother on crack.
On a bad hair day.
With cramps.
And a gun.

*coupla minutes later*

Okay.
That made even ME laugh...
Cute visual, huh?

Thank Gawd for... "herbal refreshments".
And I don't mean tea.

Anyway... sorry MURPHY.
Didn't mean to get as obnoxious as you were being.

*fixed stare at bird*

*lmao*
I just called "Murphy Turd" in the same goofy voice I usually say "Murphy Bird" and he started dancing after the second time...
Nitwit...
(Again... both of us.)

Okay.
Off to the store, then back here, to clean (I hope) and do something else I can feel, but not name....
I don't know what, exactly, but I feel the need to do SOMETHING.
Besides kill, I mean...

I'll letcha know aht when I find out.

Meanwhile...

Peace

Posted by: Stevie at 09:05 PM

Comments

1 Hi babe, do ya'll ever have a normal day? Cat

Posted by: catfish at September 15, 2005 01:38 AM (YqLeq)

2 Ok, I am officially scared now..

Posted by: james old guy at September 15, 2005 02:30 PM (s5wS/)

3 Cat... In the last 42 years, 4 months and 15 days, I've had maybe aboooout... 7 days, one week, of days that could be termed "normal".
And, by "normal" I mean: No traumas, no new problems, no existing crises, no in-coming bullshit, relatively sane, "normal" days that anybody else probably has more of than they even realize.
And, I'm pretty sure the last one I had like that was before I turned nine.
*rueful giggle*

James... I've already gotten a good fifteen minute gigglefest outta what you said and every time I think of it, it makes me laugh again...

Posted by: Stevie at September 15, 2005 05:22 PM (EvgwG)

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