He’s a model citizen
I think I’ve got them fooled them again
He’s an ultra-sweety guy
And a master of disguise
He’s a model citizen
Just keep believing that my friends
I’m a model citizen~Alice Cooper, 1980
Song: Model Citizen, Album: Flush the Fashion
Yeah, my new tag line. That’s been me today, an ultra sweetie guy. Take today, for example. I woke up at 11:45. And I was grumpy. Extremely grumpy. Ultra grumpy. Not at anything or anyone in particular, just grumpy. And the day just went like that. Dropping things. The bark-a-billy dog not wanting to come in so I had to chase his ass down with a leash to bring him in the house. Canceling a trip out because I knew people and I would not mix well today. Things like that. I haven’t been mean or testy, I think, but I haven’t been my usual cute and cuddly, either. Nothing went wrong, per se, but nothing really went right, either. You ever have days like that?
So what does a grumpy person do during a day-long grump-fest?
Me? I stay grumpy. (Farley’s even grumpy with Roscoe as I write this, it’s catchy.) I did some things, got some stuff done. The day wasn’t a total waste, but in a weird strange way I’m actually looking forward to going back to work tomorrow. I usually wish weekends were always three or four days, but this one two days was enough. It’s felt all… disjointed.
Tomorrow will be normal. Thankfully. Hopefully. Be careful what you wish for.