a grumpy musical

there is a part of me that fantasizes about writing a musical.  the song i came up with today is titled, "i guess...it's pms" and it's really quite a rollicking good time.  ugh.  in all actuality, i don't know what it is.  (hence the "guess," perhaps)  i was mad about packing up my lunchfoods this morning.  mad about having forgotten that my car needs gas and having to fill up this morning.  mad that i'd left my sweater in the car and that it now smells like car.  (shiver)  mad that my mom is a whiny baby.  mad mad mad mad mad.  as i was leaving the gas station, i muttered to myself, "this is just not my day."  aloud.  a conscious assent.


and i have no fabulous pictures on my work computer to share.  i was thinking of the one ben took in illinois last september.  just after i'd blow-dried my hair upside down.  and then righted.  and i look like the cutest darned medusa you ever did see.  that's the one i'm thinking of.  (that's the one of which i am thinking.)

and have you ever known so many people to misuse 'your'/'you're'??  perhaps that is making me the maddest of all...

more later.  with pictures.  super double promise swears.


(and heather, yes, alert the search&rescue that i am alive and well.  just incredibly lazy, haha)