This never-ending winter is getting to me, ya'll. I have become a grouch. My normal, sparklingly optimistic personality is being overrun by a grumpy, doomsday curmudgeon. Or my normal is the curmudgeon and it's just always been held at bay by warm weather and the ability to go outdoors without freezing my teeth off. Either way, curmudgeon city has hit the coop.
This winter is so bad.
How bad is it?
It is so bad that my bible study has gotten all excited about our expected high of 48 degrees on Friday. We have been sending ridiculous texts saying things like, "It's going to be warm! Let's do something outside!" and "Let's go to the zoo!"
It is a sign that a person's mind has been warped forever if she is thrilled beyond reason with the news of a 48 degree day. The fact that it's my mind which has been warped annoys me.
Really, these days, everything annoys me.
This winter has finally pushed me over the edge. I have lost my sense of humor. Don't know if you've noticed, but I've been a bit scarce around here. And when I am here, there's not much chuckling going on. I have written plenty of posts, but they are all sitting as drafts. None are funny. Some would probably offend people.
Titles of the abandoned posts include:
1. For the love, quit giving your kids iPhones!
2. Can we just stop making a person's sexual orientation late-breaking, national news?
3. If living in a roach-infested apartment was good for me, it will be good for my kids. Or we aren't poor, despite what our kids think.
4. Kindergarten: a two part series.
a. Wi doo peepl fink i shood reed be for i am 6?
b. All day vs. ... Oh wait, I don't get the choice anymore.
5. Your child yelled "shut up" to you from the field, and other signs you may need to lighten up.
If you need opinions, I have them in spades.
If you need a dour balance to your happy, I am your blogger.
If you need some eggs, I have 18 dozen in my fridge.
Just had to throw that out there, in case anyone in the Indianapolis area has a hankering for an omelet. It is Lent, people. Eggs are a great choice for those no-meat Fridays!
As I sit here feeling sorry for myself, I can hear birds chirping. That's a good sign. Warmer temperatures are coming to melt the snow, as well as the cold, lifeless part of me that used to be called funny.
I'm crossing my fingers.
And my toes, for added measure.
Have a lovely day!