It is February. Very, very February. This is the time of year (it happens every year) when I’ve had it with being trapped in my house and the snow & ice moves from beautiful & breathtaking to tawdry & tiresome. I grumped about it earlier today, and Dave offered to take me somewhere. Where, exactly? To the mall, where I can ogle the merchandise that I neither need nor can afford? To a restaurant, where I can search the menu like a hungry rhinoceros (because it’s a naturally grumpy animal…I feel a kinship at the moment) for something that I can actually EAT on this godforsaken diet? I can’t even take my dog for a long walk – too slippery! (Okay, let’s be honest. I don’t love taking Emme for a long walk even in good weather. Short walks for us. I hate to sweat.)
Poor Dave. He just looks bewildered when this happens. It doesn’t even help to count my blessings, or put an entry in a Gratitude Journal at these times. Just makes me grumpier.
And have I mentioned how much it irritates me when people misuse your/you’re? Jesus, people — it’s NOT HARD. Your shows possession, You’re is a contraction for You Are. Learn it.
I think I’d better go have some chocolate.