Today is grump day….
Thursday, September 13th, 2007Everyone is entitled to a grump day. Your boss pissing you off? Happens too often, I’m sure. Significant other being pissy? Smack him (never her!) on the back of the head and say “wtf, jack?” Currently, my “looks like a chipmunk with a gland problem” tabby, Parker, is attempting to knock as many things off my desk as possible, in the search for treats- as though she actually needs MORE treats. You can’t explain to her that treats are why she looks like she has severe hypothyroidism (she is a cat, after all, and last I checked, their grasp on English? not so great.) Why am I all grump-ified today? I have a wisdom tooth giving me hell, and it’s causing my jaw and head to hurt like eff. It sucks. So today is my official grump day (at least for this week.) And here’s how it’s going down:
Cookies- Since I still have a stash of frozen chocolate chip cookie dough, my fat happy ass is going to cookie it up. I will likely still be a bit pissy after a stack of warm cookie and a glass of moo juice, but you can’t say I didn’t try.
Books and Magazines- It’s time to lay down, pretend that I have a huge, fluffy down comforter, tons of pillows, and a personal masseuse. Until then, I will lay back on my new bed (thank you, Bribles!), bust out Glamour and various cookbooks, and take my mind off my barking jaw- by planning a day after Thanksgiving and Christmas meal of some sort menus. And which cookies I’ll be making this holiday season. Seriously, people, it’s all about the cookies.
Nap time- Reading in bed makes me sleepy. That’s why I do it. Enough said.
After several hours of cookies, planning, and naps, it will be time to make dinner. Thankfully, I planned ahead, and have all the ingredients for stir fry on hand. If only I had a kick-ass recipe for crab meat and cream chee wontons. That just might make the rest of my week better, tooth pain be damned. So, for your Grump day, do what pleases you (well, as long as it’s legal; don’t beat down my door if you got snookered and drove a go-cart into a fountain b/c it makes you happy- I’d suggest drinking at home and playing Mario Cart, but that’s just me.) Eat cookies. Order too much pizza. Look at magazines and think of all those ridiculous clothes you would never wear and can’t afford, anyway. Volunteer at an animal shelter. Which brings me to my final point- I would have fewer grump days if I had a certain Dachshund/Poodle mix named Goldie from a local shelter. That dog has me written all over her. I even have her fall wardrobe picked out (lots of herringbone sweaters in red, white, black- and of course pink.) So, I’m working on getting into dog ownership, as it’s been two years since my sweetie Siobhan passed. Dogs rule. David Duchovny wouldn’t lie. And dogs are the all-time, number one fix for Grump day. If nothing else, they can provide the fuel for a little gift to leave on your boss’ doorstep.