Can you see the anger inside of me?

I don't even know if it's because Hunter is home or if it's one of the joyful, out of nowhere feelings I wake up with.  Why can't  I wake up with a "I'm gonna run around the neighbor hood today.  With balloons.  With a pinwheel.  Wearing my weirdest clothes and my tiara!"
You are right. I do wear weird clothes anyway.  Be glad.  I usually just wear my PJ's if I am not going out.

I am going to start decorating for Christmas now.  No,....I am not rushing the season.  It's just that I have some room now and before Hunter brings more shit in....I am putting up my deckies and my tree.  Yes.  My tree.  I haven't had a tree up in 5-6 years.  No room.  "Course Hunter brought the  hates me   dog back with him.  I'm sure  biter  Maggie will tear it apart.  But I don't care.  Just gives me one more thing to cry about. Seriously.  Have you ever heard of anyone who cries because their dog doesn't like them?  Everyone says I am too sensitive but I wonder if it because I think only of myself.  I mean...I don't think I do but what if.....?

Sorry about the fact that it got cloudy the minute I hung the sheets on the line.  It is my fault.  My grandma used to call when it rained or got clouding and she'd ask if I had clothes on the line.  Usually I did.  Of course it was a joke between us but it happens often.

I need to see what room Hunter is going to be messing around in today so that I can work in another room.  I think he is going to be outside washing his truck.  Yay!  I get to do stuff in the bathroom and kitchen!  I need to go through cabinets and clean the bathroom.  Finish dishes. Blah, Blah, Blah.

And so I leave you with that.  Just a big old BLAH.