Okay, I just got woke up by the cat, yeowling into my face....so close she was almost sitting on my face. What could I do? I got up! I love Molly to pieces, but when she makes such a racket she wakes me up out of a sound sleep at three a.m....! So, I came out, opened the kitchen door,and she raced in, and right to her food dish, and starts crunching away. Well, okay, but it's not like the animal is deprived. If anything, she is spoiled rotten, and fat, but...okay. And the first thing I notice is the kitchen REEKS of Garlic! So, they must be cooking something strongly Italian upstairs, because we had Nuna and toodles for dinner, and it was cleaned up before the kitchen was shut down.So, I visit Mrs.Murphy, check my caller I.D.and Sherry's name comes up, so I think, well, maybe she called, so I call her, leave a message on her answering machine and turn on the kitchen t.v. Come to find out, she also had gone to bed early, and I then woke her and her cat up! I apologize, she mentions a storm coming in and then we ring off,just as a crawl starts across the screen, advising of a thunder boomer coming in.Sherry lives South-west of me, so she would get a Storm before I would even hear the thunder. As a rule, I love rain and wind and thunder, but just now, my face hurts, so I am not the most amiable of persons at this moment.I go to the freezer, and there is almost no ice...so no ice pack for my eye...but I grab a Philly cheesecake bar, so I can take a pain pill...run my blood sugar, it's 79, so I'm okay there, and open the door, just as the first bit of rain, wind and thunder rolls in. Molly and I sniff the breeze for a few moments, but all we get at that time is a smattering of raindrops and a few grumbles from the heavens, so after she saunters off, I close the door, hit the remote for the t.v., grab my stuff,and leave for the dinning room, closing the door behind me. This indicates to Molly that I could be going back to bed anytime, and she falls on her side in front of me, doing her cute "baby-cat" thing. This is where she flails her little white paws in the air, to charm me into sweet talking her, but I have low blood sugar,a sore face,and am in no mood for play. I say, "Molly, move!" When I use that particular phrase, without a sugary voice, she does not hesitate, she gathers her silly self together, and gets out of my way with all haste.Not that I would ever intentionally run over her. But there have been two incidents, where she left the tip end of her tail in my path, once when I was backing up,and once going forward, where I absolutely did not see her, and Oh! The screaming! Of course, on both occasions, I chased her down and apologized,and we made up instantly, but she has a very good memory, apparently.So I finally make it to the desk, rev up the computer,and then, I see my mailbox. I have an email from a favorite ol' pal, buddy, and friend type person! What fun! So, I click on the link and peruse the site, read the blog, and then I notice something is missing. HARRUMPH! Yet, I leave my comment, anyway, and make mention of the...Oversight?? HM! And I went my way. One hopes this is simply an accidental thing, not an intentional snub. We will see.
All in all, this has NOT been a good start to my day. Now the lights are flickering, and so I must hurry up with this, and save it. Because, should I lose it, I will be extremely annoyed. In my present condition, it takes me twice as long to do anything, and particularly, to type, so I certainly don't relish the notion of trying to duplicate this entire rant! Oh, by the way. Just in case you're thinking that this doesn't read much like a Christian's blog, just remember, we have bad days too.Yes, I am usually more up than down, but My personality is what it is. I am a work in progress, and so, unlike some others, It's not going to be all wind bubbles and air soup and all ittsy-bitsy-happy-wappy! Sometimes, I just have to Vent! Oh! and in case you're wondering, what Nuna and toodles is? That's just Tuna and Noodles, but my way, it sounds more interesting!
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