Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Beware of Warthog

Boy am I fun today.
About as fun as a warthog with an attitude.

My meager attempt at a warthog.

I woke up cheerful. I felt very happy, actually.
I thought I was as wonderfully upbeat as I've been the last week or more.
But then I started feeling annoyed (won't say at what), and then I cried about something stupid (who cares what), and then I realized that my emotions are pretty spanked up today. Darn.
I shoved on some makeup and yanked on cute clothes.
I have a couple baskets of laundry next to me...but they're second in the line of attention to some semi-junk food.
I'm having a pity party, and you're not invited. It's Qait Only. I've had the whiny, mocking song stuck in my head that goes "Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, guess I'll go eat worms..."
And I'm cranky enough to think "Oh, sure people like me. Just nobody wants to be around me right now."
That's right. Don't come to my house right now.
I don't want to HAVE company or BE company.

Some women have mentioned off-handedly or even laughingly that they were mean when they were pregnant. And I've always thought sincerely "I'm so sorry! That must be miserable."
Yeah, Qait, YEAH!

(Don't be afraid of's just like this today. With no deadline in view.)

1 comment:

  1. Believe me when I say this in all sincerity: I LOVE your honesty!


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