I woke up this morning from some sort of stupid evil dream in which I was a Muskateer, and I was the Chris O'Donnel version of D'Artagnan, some sort of frilly curly-headed frou frou version. And whatever fight was breaking out, they kept taking away my sword and telling me I couldn't fight. It was extremely annoying, seeing how I was a FAR BETTER swordsman than all three of them combined, and I finally just grabbed one and started fighting and was WINNING when I woke up. Then realized I woke up an hour late because in the effort to do something in the new office yesterday, we had to turn off the electricity in that part of the house and even though I re-set the clock, I inadvertently forgot to put it on the correct "a.m." mode. There were phone messages from annoying business people and things to do and no time to relax when everyone (Carl, workers) invaded here because it rained and three billion of them tramped in and out and in and out and in and out and I would KILL right now for the doors to my office to be up soon and today I requested LOCKS for the doors. With a guillotine prepped for the offenders. Top that off with me going to my SUPER SECRET STASH of frozen chocolate bars, the ones I haven't touched in FOREVER because it is for EMERGENCY USES ONLY and if wanting to maim, torture and kill one's own family before 10:00 a.m. isn't an emergency, I don't know what is, and so I go to this emergency stash, the one no one should have been able to find, the one where there were SIX of said chocolate bars all in one wrapped boxed sleeve and not only was the wrapper open... ALL SIX OF THE CANDY BARS WERE GONE. Gone. The empty wrapper left in the freezer like some skeletal remains thrown aside by the Tasmanian Devil on his breezy way through my freezer, and did my sons admit said offense and beg for forgiveness and lie prostrate because they knew their life was over as they knew it? No, no they did not. They laughed. They ran, of course, and dodged out of the house, but they laughed when I threatened them with bazooka fire. I sense they do not take me seriously. hmph.
I may be a tad crabby.
Posted by toni at June 22, 2004 12:11 AM