Sunday evening

Ever notice how Sunday evening just seems different than other evenings? To me – they do. And I have no place to go tomorrow – I work at home. I haven’t written in a week. I’ve been horribly grumpy and thought it best not to share it. I’ve changed my mind.

I’ve decided that what I want for Christmas is a P.A. System attached to my car so I can shout at other drivers instead of holding in all the frustration. That’s not healthy for me. Of course having a bullhorn and yelling at everyone on the roads probably wouldn’t be too healthy either. I have a very small red car. I don’t drive the normal 90+ mph on surface streets or freeways that others seem to be doing. To have some jacked up truck with tires as big as my house get right on my tail-end (well, the car’s tail end, not mine, actually) is so scary. Just then would be the perfect time to be able to tell the person to please “BACK OFF”.

Gee, I was right. I do feel better now that I’ve typed this out. I imagine blog sessions could be as good as a one hour’s visit to the shrink. I’m sure the shrinks won’t agree.

Enjoy your Sunday evening.