I woke up with Violent Femmes in my head. No matter how much I like the song, waking up with punk rock in your head is not a good sign.
I woke up today in a seriously foul mood. It lasted all day.
Those of you who know me know that that is unlike me.
I blame the dog.
She left me without her mood altering wet nose, whip-like tail, and unnaturaly soft furry head.
I miss her terribly.
More, I am tormented by the quiet in my house. Haunted by the lack of hair on the bottom of my socks, incessant demand for attention, unconditional love, and unwarranted adoration.
I wanted to punch the old lady who held up the line at Starbucks this morning digging for exact change.
I think I need another dog… for my own sanity... before I hurt someone.