Nothing to See Here…

Mood?  Scrappy.  Come on, start a fight with me.  I dare ya.

Listening to?  Nothing, nadda.  There are no pictures or music on my laptop because it is badly in need of repair and I have to call the IT people so I cleaned house a little.  Which means I took all my personal shit off of it.  And now life is kind of boring. 

Reading?  I’m trudging through this booked called The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion.  It has four stars on Amazon.  It has all sorts of great reviews and accolades, but it’s just not doing it for me.  I’m more than half through and I keep waiting for the riveting part to begin but it’s just not coming.  I’ll finish it, I almost always do, but based on what I’ve read thus far, it’s a three star book at best.

Eating?  I forgot my damn avacado.  That is what I have for lunch most days.  So instead, I’ll have pie.  No, cookies.  No, no - pasta sounds good.  (See why it’s so important for me to remember my avacado?)  Actually, my husband is picking me up in 10 minutes and we’ll go to Panera where I’ll get the You-Pick-Two like I always do.  And some diet root-beer.  Yum.

Dreading?  We’re having a party on Sunday which means that Saturday will be all about cleaning and shopping and preparing.  Thank goodness Monday is a holiday.

Wishing?  That we had won the lottery.  That I didn’t have to work.  That my husband and I would never fight over sex again.  That I weighed 75 pounds less.  That I had the money to go to Vegas with the girls.  That my eyes worked as well as they did just two short years ago.  That my three year old would stop drooling and wreaking havoc on my home.  That my daughter in Chicago would get the job offer she’s waiting for.  That we could afford to do a few necessary home improvement projects.  That I could get back to school and finish my degree.  That my boobs were bigger and my feet were smaller.

So, what do you want to fight about?  I’m crabby and spoiling for a fight…