The MIL plays the TV at very loud levels. I have the downstairs door closed and I can hear it. To compare: when I have the downstairs door closed, I can't hear the phone ring. And I have the ringer up at its highest volume.
Really, really bad mood. I can't stand having to make small talk in my own house. Especially not during the day, when I am trying to get things done. I can do it at night, when there isn't weed eating, mowing, weeding or other home maintenance things to do. But I am not going to stop every few minutes to idly chit-chat. I don't do chit-chat. I don't want to talk about what a pretty fucking day it is - I want to get out in it so I can get my work done. I've never done small talk - never. If you aren't going to say something interesting, go away. It is why I avoid crowds and meetings. I don't want to be talking I want to be doing. Just glad I got out with Shameless Wednesday, otherwise I would be really climbing the walls right about now. I apologize in advance to my friends if I'm a bit snappish. It isn't you I'm irritated with - it is just spilling over into every aspect of my life.
On the plus side - Hazel is in full-paranoid dog mode. She has been erupting in full bark every fifteen or twenty minutes. I take sadistic pleasure in watching the MIL jump every time.
Friday, June 22, 2007
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Oh, wow. I can see the look on your face now--that one that manages to convey "I would kill you if you hadn't bored me to the point that I need a nap."
I love you; call me if you need me.
Shadow/J
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