If you can't say something nice...

[...and other lessons learned!]

WARNING: BITTER DIATRIBE AHEAD

DISCLAIMER: generally writer is not affected by DST*,...

[hence attitude]

*which truth causes reaction to be an
intensely bitter and harsher diatribe than
to be expected from thus writer.
please read at own risk.
i wrote it that way...

PS: I am officially IN TIME OUT for the day...I have gone to my room under direct orders from the head of the house: ME.

And I will stay there
until I can change my attitude
and filter my commentary.
This could take a while.
blessings everyone ♥

cont:

IF YOU CAN'T SAY SOMETHING NICE...

and other lessons learned.

This morning I am not sure I have a nice thought in my thunder. I CANNOT believe it is almost noon and I am sitting in my holiest pants...

Mr B to me about 4 hours ago:

You realize you have
holes in your jeans?

Of course I only answered him
with: 'the look'.

Yes, I have holes in my jeans, and I am rebelling against the morning hours by wearing them. If you want me up, take me as I am. I have business under the covers to attend to otherwise.

Sleep is still calling my name today.

Daylight Savings Time.
I am sure it was a grand idea, but if the farmers want to get up an hour earlier, or go to bed an hour later, or work longer...why can't they do that without involving a CLOCK!

[truth: i am so confused at this point
I don't know
WHAT TIME IT IS.]

When the sun is up, the sun is UP!
Does it really need to be anymore complicated than that?

[No farmers have been harmed here,
all farmers have been taking a bad rap for this
long enough,
they are tough skinned,
and I am certain they can handle it.

PS: I come from a long line of farmers
so I do feel I can speak for the breed.]

I suppose I could sound like a picky complicated ranting maniac today...but WOW. What a MOURNING!!!!

[PUN totally intended.]

I LOST AN HOUR.


A beloved hour.
An hour that had
so much potential
that I am certain nothing
in this world can fulfill it.



At first I went into this years DST with an attitude that needed some major adjustment.

Couldn't afford the adjustment,
so I am just left with the attitude.

I know that when you expect trouble, you beckon it.
I suppose that is why I am still stuck with the attitude.


It started out all in fun:

REBEL AGAINST DST
...be an hour late to EVERYTHING
until they change the time back!!!

Sounds simple and harmless!!!

Like everything simple
and harmless

POISON PREVAILS


and in the form of my
further heightened
BAD attitude
IT HAS!!!

My comments are caustic and poisonous and surely not G-rated!
I feel like I went to bed last night and woke up this morning violated....An hour was STOLEN from me during the night....was it last night...the night before...I am so tired I can't even figure that out for sure.

I have a solution for DST:

If we have to lose an hour
why can't it be on MONDAY
during the middle of the WORK DAY!!!!

This morning as I was mourning my loss, OUR loss....I cracked open a can of DP to my husbands comment...."BREAKFAST IS SERVED! "

after the pants comment
his head was about to be served

Served a dish of
get the kids up
and fed
and off to school
by yourself today!!!

I am going back to bed.

I suppose that I have gotten to my point:

"If you can't say something nice
...talk about the weather!"

So....How is the weather???

I said what I meant when I meant what I said. I am rebelling!