yep, a funk. a deep gray funk.
i can do cold, if there is sun. no sun. no can do.
i just wanna curl up in the recliner with a book. cup a hot tea. AND NO FREAKIN DOGS.
don't get me wrong, i love the little piles of poop but some days i want them to go visit their dad. for the weekend. or winter vacation.
a clean living room. yard. bedroom. no magizines torn up, no lookin for my slippers. or the dog beds. or the toilet paper. (all of which usually end up in the back yard. well except the dog beds. they are too big for the pet door. so wonderful to come home on a rainy day. just wantin to get outta my boots and into my slippers. only to find them in the middle of the back yard soppin wet. loverly. just loverly. makes me feel warm and fuzzy. usually seein red. sizzlin hot.)
wow. what a concept.
i haven't had that in, well, let me see. . first, there were babies beginnin 33.5 years ago, then as the last of those were in their teens, it was the twin grands, and then the pooper's came during that period. humph. OH MY GOSH! (as realization dawns on me)
MY HOUSE HAS NEVER BEEN CLEAN!
yep, a funk. a real freakin deep, gray, cloudy funk.