I am frightening myself a little. Today it has been 76 degrees or something crazy like that and I am in such a chipper mood. It has been slightly breezy, and sunny, and just overall wonderful. I hate to even say it. What is wrong with me. Wonderful? The sun? I hate the sun! What is happening to me?
I feel like grilling and I have this insatiable desire to run for an hour in nature--but alas, Dear Sir has been gone all day at some meeting and I can't get myself outside with the kids. A wasp landed on the screen outside and the Oldest almost had a heart attack. There is no way I can get that kid to go out there. I walked on my street for a bit hoping the man of the house would come home and free me from my ties by holding down the fort while I get my running shoes on, but I guess it is not happening. It is steadily getting darker and I must slither back into my dank dungeon and let the feeling pass. Being spontaneous is sometimes fun. I'll just spontaneously grill our dinner to night. `Tis a pity.
I wonder if I have SADD. I wonder if I am just a hypochondriac. SADD isn't REAL. (Don't kill me you people that suffer from SAD) Well, at any rate, night is falling and I must bid farewell. Please congratulate me. I haven't done squat today!
Till tomorrow.
Green Cathedral
Madness in a high-ceilinged building.
Followers
People in my Holy Place
The Professor----Formerly known as Dear Sir, my husband, the man of the house
The Oldest----Known in younger years as Mickey Mouse, and now he is embracing adulthood by being over 18.
Eraser Eater----Well-known for his old habit of eating erasers and whining about ridiculous things. Now he eats Tabasco sauce and says little in his 15 years.
The Girl---The one who is still more mature than I am at 13.
The Oldest----Known in younger years as Mickey Mouse, and now he is embracing adulthood by being over 18.
Eraser Eater----Well-known for his old habit of eating erasers and whining about ridiculous things. Now he eats Tabasco sauce and says little in his 15 years.
The Girl---The one who is still more mature than I am at 13.
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4 comments:
I am so jealous! 76 degrees. It was not that warm in Phoenix! I think that unexpected sun cheers everyone up.
I can safely disagree that almost year round sun makes me hate the sunshine. Bring on the clouds and rain.
on another note: I KNOW what you are talking about, getting out and just itching for a run, itching, itching, itching.....
Is it over yet? *Wink*
Shealy---I agree with you.
Susie--I could have, but it is just not the same as running where you actually want to.
Emma--I really hate the sunshine too---if it is year round (like in ID) I can't stand it. I have been enjoying it lately for some reason though and I don't know what is wrong with me. I love the clouds and rain, I feel less violated.
Itching is right!
Mama--Well, it is a little cold, but it says this Saturday that it is supposed to be 73 again.
Crazy.
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