I think Mary Chapin Carpenter said it best: "Sometimes you're the windshield, sometimes you're the bug." And I'm having a buggy kind of day...week...month...whatever. The kind of day when *gasp!* even chocolate doesn't help. A nice, hot bubble bath might, but my new tattoo is still healing, so no baths for me.
You ever have one of those days--days when even the smallest things annoy you; days when the good news you're waiting to hear or the new books you're hoping will arrive...doesn't/don't come?
It's one of those days when I feel like Mike in this scene from Let Me Count the Ways (available HERE):
“Claire.” Mike groaned in response. He pulled me close once more, muttering between kisses, “You don’t know what it does when you say those things. These last weeks have been hell. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t think straight.”
Huh? Bracing my hands against his chest, I pushed him away a little. “Why’s that?”
“Because! I didn’t know where I stood with you, or what you wanted. You were so vague when I asked about seeing you again. And you left so quickly.”
What the hell? “Mike, I was perfectly clear. I said it would be nice, didn’t I? Or something to that effect.”
He groaned again. “That’s just what I mean. Too vague. Too polite. I wanted a simple yes or no.”
Amused now, I couldn’t help but murmur, “Really? You’d rather I’d said no?”
Yep, that's me all right. I don't really want the answer I'm waiting for to be "no," but at this point it would almost be a relief. I guess I just want the suspense to be over.
So, what about you? Ever have days like this? Is there anything in particular you do to make yourself feel better? If there is, I'd love to hear about it!
Meanwhile, here's Mary singing today's theme song. Enjoy!