A short time ago Glenda called down the stairs to tell me breakfast was ready. Whoopee! I was kinda hungry so I dropped everything I was doing and took the stairs two at a time. Rushed to the table only to discover a bare-assed bowl, a spoon beside it, the milk jug and a box of Cheerios. The disappointment put me so low it took three tries to jump up into my chair at the table. All I can say is it was a good thing I was hungry. I know, I know, I can fix my own breakfast in the future.
Glenda doesn't like me cooking or fixing things in the kitchen because as she say's, I'm too messy. She has always told me that she would rather do the cooking than clean up the mess after I cook. So before this morning I wasn't too sure that I could fix my own breakfast but after speaking a 70 year developed opinion of the offered, and then sitting there listening to her response for the rest of the mealxxxxx eating time, I definitely know now that I can fix my own breakfast and as things now stand, I may be able to do my lunch and dinner too.
Some of Glenda's blasts of anger last two or three days while others just an hour or two. I'm full of hope that this burst will be one of the latter. I'm pretty full of Cheerios too, as I ate a lot more than I really wanted in an attempt to show her how much I liked them after all.
Yep, I'm full of it and the way things played out around here this morning tho, I'm not that fond of golf it sounds like I may be forced to play more of it! Sure hope it can become enjoyable because I'm thinking golf may need to become my only relaxing outlet. Yes, I've about checked out and read near all of the interesting books at the Eldon Library.
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"Golf and sex are about the only things you can enjoy without being good at."~Jimmy Demaret:
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