Okay, so you’re probably thinking… ‘please no! Where did she come up with this idea’. Well, as you asked. No, I won’t subject to such torture. I could, but I won’t.
This Sunday 7 Somethings is about the changes in mood I’ve dealt with this week. Read on, if you’re interested. If not, I’ll sit in my corner and cry mournfully to myself. Again.
Today proved a little taxing. I spent the day in my PJ’s languishing on the sofa, still feeling the after effects of yesterdays hike.
Today my husband took it upon himself to remind me of a certain crab incident. Okay, I’ll tell you then.
Hubbie bought a nice whole crab home one day. Me being me, offered to dress it for him. Now, I knew there was a part inside that could make you quite ill, but of course, I had no idea which part. Being too obstinate to ask, I cleaned out the whole thing, placed the claws and legs back in the shell and then handed it back to him.
He looked at me puzzled, ‘so where’s the rest?’ he asked.
‘I threw it away,’ I said.
“Why?’ He counter-asked.
‘Because it was poisonous.’ By this time, my foot was tapping loudly on the floor.
‘You idiot, you’ve thrown away all the meat!’
Needless to say, he never let me clean another crab!
Today, oh shucks, I received another award. What have I done to be so deserving? I really couldn’t, no honestly I can’t… oh go on then, give it here. Thank you Sir djmatticus, you made my day. 😉
No, this is wrong, I felt more like…
Today, yet again, my bloody laptop decided to crash. No posting, no typing, just handwritten drafts of ‘Eight’. Fine, I need a new battery, but that has nothing to do with the fact Mozilla keeps crashing. And the fact my poor lappie is way beyond its years of expiry!
Laptop working – check. Bar of choccie to soothe frazzled nerves – check. Clear up aftermath of yesterdays meltdown – check. Today, peace settled over the Neeve household.
Today it started. The first glimpses of a telltale cold. Damn it, I knew I shouldn’t have tried skinny dipping in that puddle!
Or as my husband would prefer…
Yeah right. As if that’s ever going to happen. Today I will sniffle my way through, and the other half can spend it wishful thinking. He can nurse his own damn cold.