That is, I'm ready to kick your ass if you provoke me! Grr!
Damn female stuff. Knocks a day or two out of you each month, but this month seems especially severe. I almost had it out with a city bitch in the local general store, after she came in demanding who had the blue van blocking the gas pump. I not-so-quietly informed her that my husband was out there, not finishing pumping gas, and that he was the type that would move it one second after the gas nozzle was put back. The owner of the store, sort of a friend, backed me up with "he's still pumping gas, ma'am!" I was shaking mad. The world does not start and stop at your convenience, ma'am.
That, and my youngest offspring was provoking me to the fullest. I really feel bad after one of the episodes where I feel the complete and total need to strangle him. I love him, dammit, but I won't put up with the worst he has to offer.
It got worse, after mandatory visits to Kohls and the dreaded Wal Mart to by school clothes and supplies. I was disappointed by Kohls, and their presumption that every preteen female figure is the same shape, skinny and tall. My daughter, while not fat, fits into size 10 regular although they are generally long. And their junior department...I'm not going to let her shop there....
Worse yet after Wal Mart, where they had run out of plain pencils and 24 pack Crayolas. This was a Super Wal Mart, mind you. I informed my children we would not be buying substitutes, that I would go to the local Ben Franklin and get what they needed. Hallelujah, I hate Wally Hell.
Fortunately, we made my usual run across the Bong Bridge (nice name) to a liquor store in Superior, Wisconsin known for their low prices. That kept me from going over the edge.
Arrgghh, I'm still not normal, and my kids are going back to school tomorrow, and dammit, where has the summer gone, why don't I seem to have the time to do what I really want to, and does my youngest really think I'm nothing but a pushover, or a hardass, why would he act that way just for me?
Ahhh, it too will pass. Maybe.