Friday, January 20, 2012
Grumble, grumble, grumble, pee and moan. It was just the mood I was in. Don't bother me about how I should have been in a better one, it would just piss me off. Goody-two-shoes and forever-on-the-righteous-road, beware! I ain't in the mood.
It can happen anywhere in the world; under the best of circumstances. It started when I woke up this morning. The sun had an ornery glare to it, as it passed through a dusty jalousy window and pierced my eyeballs. My wife was sleeping peacefully beside me. That could have been a slight smirk on her face and it rubbed me the wrong way. What nerve, to be sleeping like a baby, right beside me, when life was a burr in my underwear.
I got out of bed hoping for something to go wrong, so I could work up a full of head of steam in the direction I was traveling. I was thrown a curve ball in the form of a little, half-pint, two year-old. She got up right after me, smiling her usual sweet smile and asking for num num. A change in attitude took hold of me before I could set a solid course for screwing up my whole day with a bad mood. In a matter of minutes Shane and I were sitting together on the porch, looking for ships on the sea, singing Barney songs and munching on yesterday's bread.
Life is Good.
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