I have no patience with long stoplights or people who seem to be asleep for the first few seconds after the light changes to green because they are talking on their freaking cell phones. I have no patience with people who ring my doorbell unannounced. I have no patience for neighbor's dogs who bark for hours on end, nor do I have the patience to suffer through visits from Jehovah's Witnesses or anyone selling anything. The people who block grocery store aisles are now on my hit list. I'm beginning to scare even myself.
I used to refer to this strange emotional phenomenon as PMS and later, menopause. I no longer have either *condition* among my repertoire of excuses for foul moods, so I'm fairly perplexed as to what I can blame this on. Am I really just a total bitch after all is said and done? Possibly, but hopefully not that uncomplicated. Perhaps it's just *crotchety old age syndrome*. Whatever.
Mr. Snoots, the poor dear, doesn't really understand but in an effort to prove his allegiance he feigns sympathy and understanding. I cannot say that I blame him for that ploy. Were I in his predicament I'd probably resort to the use of a sledge hammer, so I must praise him for his acumen.
I could have sworn I saw a pin head size hole of light at the end of the whole getting-the-house-on-the-market tunnel last week. It's entirely possible I was daydreaming since it is no longer there. I'm thinking I need to work even harder now but so far I've kept my nose to grind. I need to see some substantial progress but it all appears to be nothing more than light scratches on the surface of the overall scheme of things up to this point. One step forward and three steps back....
Oh patience, where art thou?
Sensing this, Mr. Snoots, in his infinite wisdom, has suggested a road trip. I'm always game for a road trip! So, we're leaving this morning and driving due west for about 5 hours to a little ski town. We'll only be gone for 4 days but usually that's all I need to set me right with the world again. As I've said before, all work and no play makes Snooty a very cranky entity indeed. Very. Cranky.
Mr. Snooty plans to stay at the hotel and take care of business on the computer, which will keep him busy. Then, we can go to dinner in the evenings. Normally, when I go alone, I have room service, watch a movie and go to sleep. So, this should be tons of fun!
Of course, Mr. Snoots doesn't ski anymore but I don't care. I'm just thrilled to not be going alone. I went alone for so many years and after a while, it just wasn't fun anymore. We humans need contact with other humans and he's my #1 choice, so it will be nice to have him along.
Anyway, I'm out of here! I promise to take lots of pictures but we'll only be gone 4 days. Two full days of skiing is probably more than I can handle in my out-of-shape condition. It might well kill me, but I doubt it. Only the good die young.... Most likely I'll be as sore as a two bit floosie on payday. Besides, I ski like an old lady now. You know. Because I'm an old lady now. I can only dream about how I used to ski but, I'm perfectly good with that. As always, I'll take my bottle of champagne, a jar of Icelandic caviar, cream cheese, chopped red onion and toast points to have for my afternoon snack. It became a ritual for me about 20 years ago and SD loves it as well. I just wish she were going to be along with me to share it....It just won't be the same without her.
OH! Speaking of our daughter, today she emailed me that she's so far been accepted at William & Lee (VA) and Baylor (TX) (who also offered scholarship money). However, she's in on the long haul for the Big Holdout. She still wants U of Texas. Besides, Bad Boyfriend #2 is in law school at Baylor. I think she'd rather chew off her right arm than go to school there. At any rate, she plans to be back home in Texas by the start of summer so I AM
I'll keep up with everyone's blogs while we're gone although I might not be able to comment. I'll be with you in spirit!