Its a rowdy morning over here on Margaret Street. The hoodlums are noisy and I have the first headache Ive had in six months. Frank is standing in the middle of the den barking. There is nothing to bark at. He is blind and is blankly staring at the ceiling and barking. Lucy is following suit but is too lazy to get out of the bed to join him so she is barking from her nest. Poor old Nancy, who is blind and deaf as well, is so old and senile, she just wags her tail because she is a happy girl. Bird is screaming, Ready to go to bed? Well, hell, yes, I would love to go to bed but theres too much to be done in this house. Dave needed to print something this morning but his printer was jammed. He went into a rage. I was asking him what was the matter and that made him even madder. Will you come over here and fix this? Whats wrong with it? And thats when he lost it. If I knew what was wrong with it, would I have asked you to come over here and fix it? That was a STUPID question. Oh, no, you didnt. Huh-uh. No one, NOBODY, tells me I am stupid. No. I guess that goes back to when I was a child. There were certain words I was not allowed to say in our house. Along with the usual dirty words, I was not allowed to say stupid or dumb if referring to someones intellect. Thats when the screaming started. And all the while, I was repairing the problem and got his work printed out. I apologize. I was out of line, he sheepishly said. And, being Susan, I couldnt just simply accept the apology. I had get in ONE last dig before making nice. Well, I may be the STUPID one, but WHO fixed the f$%&ing printer? Huh? And then we made up. And it was fun. Events of this morning just might explain my headache.
Posted on: Mon, 22 Dec 2014 15:06:51 +0000
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