It's been that kind of a day....

...do you ever wake up feeling happy and as the day goes on you feel crankier and crankier?

You probably don't.

You are probably in complete control of your emotions at all times.

Me? Not so much.

I got up this morning with a few sniffles, nothing major, and decided to do a few things I've been putting off...like buying geraniums for the front of the house and doing a little bit of Christmas shopping.

Nothing major. But it seemed like as the day went on everything was ten times harder then it should be. Spilled the coffee in the car. Hit my head on the car door. Smashed my finger in the drawer. Dropped a shovel on my foot. Just dumb irritating stuff.

And it made me cranky. And I told my lovely husband I needed some space.

Which somehow translated in his head to mean to follow me around and bug me. Is that a male/female thing?

There I was watching Martha and he came out and commented on something on the show. WHAT? I need space, man. Back away from Martha!

Then I tried laying on the bed reading about PW in People magazine (is that crazy or what?) he came in. I sweetly snarled "look could you give me some space" and he laid down and tried reading the article with me. I need some space, man! Back away from PW!

Grrrrrrr...

So finally he asked me what was wrong. To which I replied "nothing" as any stubborn, super-crabby wife would.

Then he asked me again. Welllll... since he really wanted to know I decided it was only fair to subject him to a ten minute sniffly rant about my head hurting, my food hurting, my finger throbbing, I'm getting old, the kids are all gone, I don't know where I put my favorite fall purse, I don't know how to do the turkey for Thanksgiving and blah,blah, blah.

Poor guy.

Although he might have deserved it just a little bit for not understanding "I need some space"

But possibly not.

So finally he says "well, at least you don't have to get a shot in your butt crack!"

Dang it. Dang it. It made me smile. Dang it. Dang it! It made me laugh.

And so I thought I would share the story with you in case you are having a terrible day, too.

This conversation happened several weeks ago and Riley is our five-year old Granddaughter.

Riley: Grandma?
Me: Yes, sweetie.
Riley: So, have you ever had a shot in your ummmm.... ummmm.... well, behind?
Me: Of course. Have you?
Riley: I don't remember. I remember getting them in my arm and the top of my leg.
Me: Well, a shot in your behind kind of feels like a shot in the top of your leg.
Riley: Grandma?
Me: Yes, sweetie?
Riley: Weeeeelllllll...what if they miss?
Me: Miss what? Miss your bottom?
Riley: Weeeeeellll, yes.
Me: Well, I don't think they would miss your bottom. I think they have gone to school to learn how to do that.
Riley: But what if they do?
Me: Gosh, Riles. I just don't know.
Riley: Weeeeelllll, like what if they miss and hit your ummmm..... butt-crack?
Me: Ummmmmm..... welllllll ..... ummmm.... I guess I just don't know the answer to that

See?

Didn't that make you smile a little bit?

And aren't you glad I didn't give you your space?

And I, for one, am not having a terrible day tomorrow. I think I used up my allotment for the entire week today!

Sigh.