Saturday, January 28, 2012

An Anger-ball

What's that joke? You ask the husband, "Did you wake up Grumpy? Or did you let her sleep?"

Ha. Ha.

I didn't want to get out of bed this morning even though we went to bed at 9:30 last night and didn't get up until just after 7:00 this morning. And I woke up grumpy. My allergies are horrible this winter. I woke up with a sinus headache. It's just barely the end of January and I'm about as sick of the cold weather as I can be. After laundering 12 large black yard bags of donated clothing and two more white kitchen bags of donated clothing to cull through and the fact that I've neglected my own 3+ loads of laundry.....well, I'm sick of laundry. But laundry I will be doing once I finish this post.

We left the house about 8:15 this morning and drove to Sam's Club, a nearly 40 minute jaunt to the other side of Little Rock. It didn't help that I'd been to every grocer in Conway and couldn't find a single freaking bag of rye flour and had to resort to a side trip to Whole Foods to get it. Even though I only do it once a month, I still bitch the whole time. Why can't we get this stuff closer to home? It's not like I'm asking for a fish monger to set up shop in Conway, Arkansas so I can buy fresh albacore tuna fresh off the boat, although it would be a plus! I hate this drive.

When we finished shopping at Sam's Club, we filled our trunk with our purchases and headed back out to the freeway toward Whole Foods. I start griping immediately. The drive....blah, blah, blah....can't find what I need in Conway....blah, blah, blah....Mike and Kathy can find anything they want at their cheap-ass store, Chris and Kelly can find whatever they need less than 5 minutes from their house....I have to drive out of town to even find a freakin' bag of rye flour.....blah, blah, blah.

"I know," I said. "I'm just grumpy, grumpy, grumpy."

"Naw," Tom replied, "your just an anger-ball."

"Yeah, probably."

"You know what I think you need?" Tom asked and without waiting for a simple what? from me, he continued. "I think you need to have sex. You know, just to help you relieve all that pent up anger energy."

My response? A head cocked to one side, blank one-eyebrow-raised stare.

"No? Not what you had in mind?" he said innocently.

"That's not the first thing that comes to my mind," I responded.

"Really?"

"Really. I was thinking more along the lines of just writing using a sarcasm font."

2 comments:

gina said...

Funny. That's my Thom's response to pretty much every mood I'm experiencing.

Terri said...

I'm convinced it's a guy thing. I have a theory that something happens when men hit puberty. Everything about them grows to be an adult except that teen part of their brain that is obsessed with penises, boobs and bathroom humor. :)