drive by
I'm in an odd mood today. I suppose it comes of being hormonal and reading Michael Connelly's The Poet, which, so far, is much better than the other novel of his I've read, Chasing The Dime. But it's about cops who have committed suicide, except that the suicide was staged and was really murder. It's lead me to read people's last words and suicide notes. Hence the odd mood.
Matt is over at his mother's, doing some yardwork for her. He wanted me to go over with him, but I hate going over there and hanging out while he does chores. It feels so useless. There's still no way in hell I'm doing yardwork in Florida in August, no matter how useless I feel. Especially since mosquitoes never seem to sleep when I'm around. We were out in the yard yesterday with some people, and I got three bites, even at three in the afternoon. I'm a nummy treat.
Matt is going to the hardware store after his mom's, so I asked him to take the stuff from my donation pile to Goodwill. He got a little cranky with me, because he likes to give stuff to people he knows before sending it off to people he doesn't know. That drives me nuts, because we have to hang onto this crap while he shops it around to everyone. And I just want it out. Also, I feel like, if I'm giving it away, it must be actually crap, and so why would I offer it to people I know? Won't they feel like I'm trying to foist my crap onto them? I know Matt's family isn't big into donations; they just keep cycling their stuff around each other's houses.
Matt is over at his mother's, doing some yardwork for her. He wanted me to go over with him, but I hate going over there and hanging out while he does chores. It feels so useless. There's still no way in hell I'm doing yardwork in Florida in August, no matter how useless I feel. Especially since mosquitoes never seem to sleep when I'm around. We were out in the yard yesterday with some people, and I got three bites, even at three in the afternoon. I'm a nummy treat.
Matt is going to the hardware store after his mom's, so I asked him to take the stuff from my donation pile to Goodwill. He got a little cranky with me, because he likes to give stuff to people he knows before sending it off to people he doesn't know. That drives me nuts, because we have to hang onto this crap while he shops it around to everyone. And I just want it out. Also, I feel like, if I'm giving it away, it must be actually crap, and so why would I offer it to people I know? Won't they feel like I'm trying to foist my crap onto them? I know Matt's family isn't big into donations; they just keep cycling their stuff around each other's houses.