Hey Mr. Grumpy Gills…

Are you talking to me?  You must be, because I’m a regular grouch lately!  I must be pms-y, but it’s rediculous this month!  I feel so uck-tacular.  I’m glad I have things this weekend that I’m really looking forward to (the long awaited dinner with Pip, party at KerriaTune’s house Saturday, and first session with the trainer on Saturday too) or I’d be in a huge funk!  Hurricane and Stormy are crushing my last nerve, and all I want to do is sleep.

And I can’t find my bottle of vitamins.  Isn’t that weird?  I mean, I don’t take them regularly by any means, but when I remember, or am feeling nutritionally deprived I do.  And I have ones that have Vit D so they help with S.A.D. .

Hurricane’s bus is late again today too, which annoys me.  I have to park on the wrong side of the room because of the crazy people that live on the right side of the street that come out and yell at us for parking in front of their house.  They scare Stormy.  I can’t seem to make them understand that we didn’t choose his bus stop.  I’d be much happier if the bus would just drive into the condo complex and around the loop.  It’s silly that it won’t, there’s plenty of room.  I’m just waiting for the day I get ‘busted’ for parking on the wrong side of the street.  I also think the people in the house on this side think I am a CIA opperative, since I frequently have my laptop out while I’m here.  (Hurricane and Stormy are best ignored in the car, lest the shrieking begin.)

I need to go for a massage.  I have 2 gift cards.  I may do that on Sunday.

I’m starting to wonder if we missed the bus…oh no, there is is.  Sub bus driver.  That explains it.

The babies on the bus go whah-whah-whah,
Whah-whah-whah,
What-what-whah.
The babies on the bus go whah-whah-whah,
All through the town.
[ Wheels on the Bus ]