Thank God it's Monday. I can get some rest.
I remember my dad always worked hard on the weekends, getting stuff done around the house. He would tell Mother, "I need to go back to work so I can REST." I thought that was bizarre.
Now I understand.
By dinnertime last night I was downright ornery.
Actually, to be honest, I was ornery after we came back from Kroger. Mother and Michael were eating lunch and I was trying to put away the groceries. Michael said something and I snapped back at him, and he said "Mom, you need to eat something. You're GRUMPY."
Ah, how quickly they learn to throw things back in one's face.
Speaking of learning, Michael has now adopted my habit of yelling at the TV.
I am so proud.
We were watching a marathon of Ghost Adventures Friday night - yes, I know it's silly - and a commercial came on for gummy vitamins. A thirtyish man was doing the commercial. Things were quiet and suddenly Michael yelled "You're a grown man! Just take the PILL!"
I thought my heart would burst with pride.
Nothing says Christmas like church clothes and a tomahawk...
I know I always say we don't watch TV and we don't, except for news and all, but OK, we have suddenly discovered The Travel Channel, and we love Mysteries at the Museum, and Ghost Adventures.
Don't judge.
