As my energy levels continue to rise, my tolerance-for-people levels have taken a complete nosedive. I find nearly everybody to be rude, even if all they're doing is walking. They're not doing it right. Or something. Maybe their strut has too much attitude. Either way, I find myself avoiding eye contact at all expenses. I just can't fake a smile or commit to a dull, weather-related conversation right now. If you have fallen victim to my ignorance of your existence (or might in the next six months), please accept this as my pregnancy plea for forgiveness.
What doesn't annoy me? Good and hearty conversation with people that make me happy. For example, my sister and I went out to birthday lunch (hers, not mine) on Saturday. She had me doubled over with laughter and nearly choking on my food the entire time, as our children sat across the table from us and stared us down as if we were immature. That's all I'm asking for from the entire world right now. Is it really so much? Thank goodness there will be another birthday lunch for another hilarious sister this coming Saturday.
While hating the entire human race, my love for animals has grown. The kitties spend much time laying on my belly. They have never really liked me so this is a comfort. Kenny says (in his most dramatic voice, of course), "They know!" and it seems that they really do. Also, the dogs no longer try to knock me over when I walk outside. If we (people) could only be as sensitive to each other as animals are to us, we would be a better race. Animals never feel the need to spout about the weather and they also never tell me to shut up when I'm singing. It's no wonder that dogs are referred to as 'man's best friend'. We all need a best friend who can't talk and is blind to our faults.
Speaking of animals, Mae spotted a new mouse-friend on Friday night. She described it as cute and friendly and immediately began plotting how to capture this mouse and make it her pet. The next morning, she was able to easily capture it. Well, kind of. Except in telling me that she 'got the mouse', she didn't sound nearly as excited about it anymore. I asked where she put it and she replied, "In the trash. It wasn't a real mouse anymore. It was only a mouse-tail, mouse-butt and mouse-guts." Ew. But I guess the cats are doing their jobs. And there we have it: animals treat animals as people treat people.
In household news, Kenny purchased our family's first ever steam mop. He is very proud of it. He has given each of us an individual tutorial on how to correctly use the steam mop. On the day he brought it home, he cleaned every inch of uncarpeted floor in the house. About an hour later, while Kenny was relaxing in front of the television, the kids came in from some outdoor playing and tracked mud across the kitchen floor. This would normally prompt some major dad-yelling from Kenny but not on this day. Instead, he excitedly jumped from the couch, ran to the kitchen and plugged in his steam mop. I'm pretty sure he missed his calling as infomercial spokesperson. I can best describe him as unpredictable and entertaining. And thank goodness, because I have a blog to write.
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