My apologizes to my RSS readers.
I posted a really stupid entry and honestly, I don’t even know why I did that. It was nothing big, just a disjointed entry about my NaNoWriMo progress that I was trying to make funny, which it was not.
I’m in a really funky mood right now. I feel RESTLESS and ON EDGE. I just made a fool out of myself in an email and had to kiss some butt to make it better.
I’m distracted, impatient and ready for … something, I don’t know what. I haven’t walked in a while, I think I will tonight and burn off some energy – maybe that’s my problem, I’ve been sitting around too much and not being very active.
I have a MOUNTAIN of laundry to catch up on from camping this past weekend. And I feel like my house is just … cluttered.
No one to blame but myself for that one – I’m the clutter bug in my family.
My husband’s birthday is next Tuesday and I have NO CLUE what to give him and he won’t give me a straight answer when I ask him.
“What do you want for you birthday, dear husband of mine?”
“I just want your love, honey,” he says.
Swell. That’s not very much fun to unwrap … then again, it COULD be. *winkwink*
“I just want black socks,” he says when I push him more.
Are you kidding me?! How exciting is it to open black socks? (He goes through black socks like you wouldn’t believe and saying he wants black socks is sort of a standing joke in our family – but as you can see, I’m not laughing).
My family is spoiled; I spoil them. I like to make a big deal out of their birthdays (GD was born on the husband’s birthday – yes, I gave my man the ultimate birthday gift, a son) and this year, I’m at a loss as to what to do.
Not only do I have no idea what I’m buying the husband, GD’s 16th birthday is this year and though I had toyed with the idea of giving him 16 gifts, he’s a boy with virtually no interests outside of video games and computers – that crap is expensive.
So, I’m playing around with the idea of making a money tree for him, what teenager doesn’t love money, right?
*sigh* I’m not hormonal … or maybe I am? I don’t know. I need something … or maybe I don’t.
AARG! I hate when I feel like this!!