I hate everyone, especially people.
I still feel like a mac truck ran over me. Deliriously tired. Cough, cough, cough. I got tea and took Zephyr to soak up some sun at the park, sit and stare, let Zephyr roam. But this woman showed up, two dogs and a Frisbee in tow, which threw Zephyr into a frenzy. He loves to chase anything. He’s very annoying about it. All I wanted was to sit peacefully in the sun, crochet, stare at dust moats. Chaos ensued, Zephyr wanted to chase the Frisbee. The woman got snippy because it was “her” Frisbee and control my dog, blah, blah, blah.
Remember what your mother told you about sharing? If you don’t have enough cupcakes–cookies, toys, blocks–to share with everyone, then don’t bring them. That’s how I feel about “dog park mommies.” They bring all this crap, Frisbees, balls, dog treats, but only for their dogs, then get pissy when another dog wanders into their game. . .
Yes I am feeling bitchy!!!
I’m done with Spring; I want rain–thunder, lightening, windstorms for days! Hot tea, hot baths, old movies, heaters, blankets, books, QUIET.
I need a nap.