Grrrrr....

I am a bit out of sorts, I fear.  Things seem a little outta whack.  I am not myself...  Here are a few of the symptoms:

*My back is aching.  

*I have accused my hair of working against me. (three times)

*I found myself near tears over a car commercial earlier today.  

*I worked up a sweat heating up a Hot Pocket for lunch.  

*Last night, sometime around midnight, I unearthed and ate a waffle that was left over from last weekend.  I did this with the benefit of neither heat nor syrup.  I then spent twenty minutes berating myself over eating a dry, leftover waffle right before bedtime.  

*Apparently I am also willing to fight to the death over my assertion that Poison's "Talk Dirty To Me" is the greatest song ever in the history of the whole world and don't even try to tell me that it isn't.  I maintain this in spite of no one really arguing the point.

(For the record, the List Of Songs Over Which I Am Willing To Scrap changes regularly and with no real logical sequence.  This is just where I happen to be at the moment.  Go with it...)

*I spent twenty minutes late this afternoon rummaging through the fridge looking for another one of those dry leftover waffles because, gosh 'n fishes, that is such a tasty treat!  (it isn't...)  I was despondent when I couldn't find one.

It is a train wreck over here.  Grumpiness and mood swings abound.  The least little thing is enough to send me into fits of either laughter or rage and there is no predicting the way in which the pendulum will swing.  

The other residents of this household are simply hiding until it all blows over...

Mid-life is such a treat.  Not just for me, but for anyone who gets to cross my path.  At least I'm making an impression, right?  (just agree...)  Oddly, though, The Thing That Will Never Grow Up To Be A Sweater seems to be immune to the whole drama.  It has shown a remarkable willingness to develop a sleeve and even consented to grow one that might actually fit me. (unless the late night waffle situation becomes a pattern)  I suppose it could turn on me at any time and that I should be careful given the current state of my fragile mind.  But I am also grateful for anything that isn't trying to test my last few grains of patience these days.

(I suppose it was a bad day to do the grocery shopping.  Must make a note to send some flowers or something over there so they know that, deep down, I really am a heck of a nice person.  I'd hate to have to find a new store.  This one is so darned handy...)

Happily, it has been my experience that these little swings in moodage pass rather quickly.  Meanwhile, I'll just sit back and try to enjoy the parts of it that work for me.  There is a rather powerful feeling that comes from the world edging away from you in fear, after all.  

And, just to show that I am not completely without a little compassion for my fellow men/women/bloggers/, here's some Poison for you.  We might as well enjoy it while it's my Scrappin' Song, right?

SA