Emotional Roller-Coaster Ride Anyone?
Yesterday while I was going through the drive-thru of Tim Horton's I was surprised to see that my usual chickie was not working the window. Instead there was another woman. She had to hand me a biscuit, my coffee, and my change - but because she felt like she was in such a hurry she was holding one arm out the window with my coffee, while stretched behind her trying to get my change - so her coffee arm was waving all over. Then she did the same thing with the biscuit. Then, when I had all my stuff I said "Thank you" in my usual sing-song voice and she just grunted at me.
I drove away and started to cry. I was talking aloud to myself about how she wasn't very nice while I drove. Good Lord. As if that was something to cry about.
Bruce has a headlight burned out which is driving me crazy. Zig offered to change it for me if I wanted to buy one today. I stopped at a store called PartSource - as in, they only sell parts. Do you think they had the stupid bulb I needed? No. So I said the f-word a few times while I was standing at the counter and stomped out, like it was the guy behind the counters fault.
Hey PartSource! All you carry is parts!
It's not like a Chevy is a really exotic car make!
I want to sleep all the time. If the husband gets into bed before me I am supremely annoyed, but then I am cranky when he suggests we go to bed in the first place. Poor guy - he can't win - though I think we're getting into a bit of a routine with being in bed between 10 and 10:30...oh man, I feel lame just for admitting we have been going to bed that early!
But then - just when you think I must be the biggest bitch in the world lately - I have the most hysterical laughing fit you've ever heard, and am supremely happy for a few hours. The picture below is one I actually took by accident earlier when I was laughing about what a dork I was for taking pictures of myself with the angry face.