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May 16, 2005

A pissy mood

I'm in a bad mood this morning. I was in a bad mood yesterday, but now my irritation has clarified. Forget that I log on to the Internet, Fox News being my homepage, and read that Star Wars thing. Let me say again, folks, it is a movie! I'm not even going to give voice to the frustration I'm feeling right now about actors, directors, who ever, making statements and oh we should listen because they are famous after all.

Bah!

I had a dilly of a migraine yesterday, and despite my efforts to head it off at the first sign (loss of vision) I still got a pounder and couldn't see for about a half hour. Lots of fun when one has kids, let me tell you. And while the worst of it went away, I still had a dull thud in my head after I took a nap. Not fun, especially when Son complained of a sore throat, and it must have been bad, because he burst into tears. Mommy took care of that! Poor kid.

So, okay, we live in feckin' Wild Kingdom here. Skunks, raccoons, a HUGE Tom turkey and his harem of hens, fox...and deer. Those bastards. Yes, I said BASTARDS. I should post a picture of those buggers to prove just how close they get to my house. (I know, in the winter they forage and forage, but it is a bit disconcerting to walk past the picture window and see, oh, half a dozen deer RIGHTTHERE!)

It's shortly after 10 p.m. last night, and the motion detector light goes on. It's over the garage, which is right next to our bedroom. I roll over and say "The light is on!" to Husband, who jumps out of bed, pushes on his specs and looks out the window.

There's a deer, he says, checking out that red maple. Husband just planted it, and along with it, some hosta, which I have always hated. I jumped up and said "Eat the damn hosta!!!"

Irrational, I know, but for what ever reason, and I can't even tell you why, I just hate hosta.

But, the tree's new leaves remained uneaten.

You may be saying "Shoot the deer." No, I would, for sport, but I don't like venison. Another irrational statement, I'll eat beef, pork, chicken, but I don't like venison. And yes, I have tried it.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not an animal hater. It's fun to watch the fox and the skunk fight, we have muddy raccoon prints all over the new swings, and I've never seen a male turkey thisclose before, all puffed up. I'll have to turn off that motion light, as it freaks one out when it goes on in the middle of the night.