midgeling: life in a shoe.

Things were all looking up for a few days. It was nice. Monday was pretty easy for me. Then Tuesday came and bit me in my large posterior. Thanks to Kassie, I slipped on her jacket and wrenched my knee pretty bad. It hurts! I have finished socks that I took photos of. Lexa broke my flash card reader. So no photos. Would you believe that she managed to stuff two flash cards into one reader?

Mr Midgeling is being... difficult. He and I see differently about me having access to my paychecks. It's not like I spend them all. He's not exactly thrilled with my tithing to church. Last month was particularly rough for me, and he did a lot of stupid man-things that made me indulge in a bit of retail therapy. So today when he saw my bank statement for the account where all my paychecks go (that I am not supposed to use at all) and I had spent actual money, he jumped in my poop.

I did not take kindly to the aforementioned poop-jumping. I jumped back at him. I am still cranky about the whole business. Because there are a couple of issues that I let slide that I have every right to be pissed about. And now that it has come up again, I am angry all over again. Maybe it's because I have been perusing the Old Testament over again, but I swear, I am feeling like one of those poor purchased women-folk who had no right to the income they earned.

That man stole my zen.

In an effort to reclaim my zen, I will begin to sing one of my favorite songs by Bowling for Soup called "A Friendly Goodbye"

... Ain't that a "b" with an itch
Ain't that a mother trucker
You can go to H-E-double hockey sticks
And Eff yourself
Cause I'm flippin' gosh darn sick
Of all the "s" word you put me through
So Eff You!
Eff You! ...