I am in a cranky-ass mood.
Everything is pissing me off. So I thought I'd share some of the items that draw my ire today:
People in parking lots who are STUPID.
Hey, dude! Yeah, YOU, the one blocking traffic because you're waiting for the other guy to pull out of the parking spot that's closer to the entrance! You're going to the GYM. To be healthy! And to exercise! Was it necessary to make me late for my class because you were too lazy to walk the extra 40 steps from the slightly further (and OPEN) parking spot?
It's messed up. It HAS to be messed up. Why else would it show me a higher number than was there a week ago?
Seriously, I go to a kick-me-in-the-ass exercise class (one hour) twice a week, a water aerobics class (one hour) at least once and most times twice a week and the free pilates open house (an hour and 15 minutes) every time it comes up (once or twice a month).
I think I like Roo's explanation for these things -- that muscle weighs more than fat. (Yes, I know that a pound of muscle and a pound of fat both weigh a pound ... shut up!)
Now to be fair, I don't really hate people who dial a wrong number. But if I answer the phone, and you say "Buenos tardes," and I say, "You have the wrong number," DO NOT TELL ME "NO."
Because I don't know anyone who would call me who thinks that I speak Spanish.
So trust me when I tell you that yes, you HAVE reached a wrong number.
Yeah, today is tax day, and I don't owe the feds, but I do owe the state. That makes me very, very, very crabby.
It also makes me crabby when I am missing one teensy, stupid 1099 and it throws me into extension. Grrrrr. Stupid 1099. Stupid taxes.
This will, of course, delay my eagerly awaited economic stimulus bonus check.
This makes me very, very, very, very, very crabby.
And delays my eagerly awaited shopping expedition.
After all, I still don't have that damned iPhone.
Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow.
Or maybe I should get my hormones adjusted.