It's Time For Another Road Trip... So It Must Be Spring Fever

Yes, I'm getting *itchy britches* again and it's not just from our ant infestation, although my skin has been constantly crawling since that discovery. This is the time of year that I'll do almost anything to avoid Spring Cleaning, which is a hopeless battle here in West Texas anyway. Besides, we haven't been out of town since Thanksgiving, which always makes me *antsy* too. Also, our son is coming for another visit during his Spring Break from school and bringing his little doggie (ha!) with him again. So, if I plan to not *go off* on him about the dog, I'm going to need a break before his arrival.


This morning I dropped Mr. Snoots at the airport so that he could hop a plane to Albuquerque, where he'll meet up with one of his business partners who has his own private plane. From there, they will meet up with another partner (an unmarried woman who lives in Santa Fe) and fly the private plane to Phoenix, where they a have a business meeting scheduled for Monday morning. I would love to have tagged along, but that idea was quickly squashed by Mr. Snoots. Fine. I didn't want to go anyway. I wish.


I had planned to catapult myself, by way of many back roads and Interstate 10, to San Antonio during the hubby's absence until Mr. Snoots told me he had to take MY cell phone. What? I can't travel 10 hours total road time without a cell phone. What if something happened out in the middle of the damned dessert while I'm alone with no way to call AAA or the DPS? Hrumph! No way Jose'. Not me. While I did manage to survive road trips without a cell phone for most of my life, I cannot live without it now. So, I must wait until he returns Monday night, which means I won't be able to leave until Tuesday morning. It also means I can only go for a couple of days, since our son is coming in on Friday. Whoopee.


However short an amount of time it will be, I still need it. I need to see my friend, and drink too much, and be serenaded by Mexican Mariachis, and kick my heels up, and stay up late at night giggling. I. Need. This. Badly. I need to remember what it's like to have a good friend to do all of these things with. I also need to go to my favorite fresh seafood dealer and stock up on more goodies from the ocean. Groomer's, here I come! I need to go to Mi Tierra's for margaritas. I need a break from my mundane everyday life more than anything. I don't care if my plants are screaming to be watered. I don't care that the outside (in front & back) is covered with at least a half inch of dirt from the winter months and needs someone (me) to make it all clean again. I need a break.


Okay, now I'm really perturbed. Better yet, make that hurt and pissed off. Mr. Snoots just called me to say he arrived safely and that I would LOVE the place he's staying, then proceeded to tell me all about it and how they were all having a Pool Tournament and having drinks. Oh, that just makes me feel so much fucking better. Now I'm in tears. He did, however, say that if, by chance, he ever has to go back, then I can come. Thanks a lot, honey! Like that's ever going to happen. Take care of bidness and get back home. So, I'm sitting here bawling and feeling sorry for myself... Boo Fucking Hoo.


Is anyone else feeling as cooped up or as whiny as I'm feeling today? What are you all doing to keep that claustrophobic or sad feeling at bay? Why the Hell does Spring always do this to me? When will my post-menopausal hormonal emotions ever go away? Why should I even care?