This is the day that my Christmas tree will go up. All my kids are supposed to be here to help with it, and I am excited by that, but even if they are not, that tree is going up, one way or another. I have been a good little girl, I have done all the things that the Dr has said to do and I still feel like a 60 ton train has run right over my ass, then backed up and did it again. Today, I am going to do what I want. Either way, I am going to feel like hell.
There is snow outside---it looks like enough to reach my ass. And let me tell you, my ass is a long way off the ground. I suppose that is a bit of a stretch (pun intended) but since I have been out and about, we have had a massive ice storm, the majority of which is still hanging from the trees, and several inches of snow at various times. This winter thing is really beginning to piss me off. And no, I am not self centered enough to believe that it has been literally aimed at me, but give us ALL a break....
I want real food. That has been cooked by someone I know - not a paid restaurant. Even then, they cannot get it right. I am tired of eating garbage---I live in a small town, and if it isn't fried, then it isn't on the menu. Ack ...Or pizza. I don't even LIKE pizza. I am not a fried person, I am not a cheesy person, I am not a sandwich person, I am not a potato person. And I have finally had ENOUGH of the deli chickens. Much to CrazyDog and the kitty's dismay. In the past couple of month's, H must have bought 50 of the damned things. And I cannot even look at another one. Plus, I am having a tough time swallowing dry food---and canned soup gets old quick. I have got to get up and start cooking, otherwise I am going to starve. I cannot take any more rotten food.
I slept upright last night, with TWO kittys on my lap. No furnace needed here. They like it when I sleep sitting up.... :)
Have a really good Sunday.