Blah.

As you can see, I'm feeling sort of blah this morning.  We spent yesterday afternoon running errands with four out of five kids, and I thin I'm still recovering.  The new gerbils, Mario and Lucas, are enjoying their fancy shmancy cage with its network of tubes (that the big fat hamster could never fit into), but other than that, there's nothing to report, sir.  I suppose I should be thankful.  But like my drama teacher used to tell me, don't should all over yourself...

I did avoid a homocidal episode yesterday, of which I am quite proud (albeit disappointed).  She-who-shall-remain-nameless still walks the earth.  I was fairly close to bludgeoning her yesterday, or at least poking her in the eyes or something.  Well, in my head anyway.  I don't really know what I did to deserve this woman.  It's as if God, or whoever, decided that the only way I could be so lucky to end up with Steve would be if I had to put up with this broad froever.  She's like human psoriasis.  Annoying, angry, ugly, and just won't go away no matter what you do.

I know I'm not helping by dwelling on her but I just can't help it.  I want my fairy tale.  I want that damn woman to just go poof.  See, look, I'm getting all cranky just thinking about her.  This is not good.  I have nothing clever to say now because I am grumbly. Grr.