Sunday, April 19, 2009

Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down

Kitty woke me up at 4 a.m. with her litter box foot in my face. My back is stiff from two days of muscle spasms. My computer is not being user friendly. James and Jesse both have a birthday party to attend this afternoon. Gathering day is shot - I won't have anyone to play with. Harry dropped the coffee pot and it shattered. (He has gone to WalMart to get another.) It's a gray morning and we're expecting rain/storms. I think I'll just hide in my bean bag and sulk.

On the bright side; Mark Martin won his first NASCAR race in 97 starts and Tony came in second. Tony has certainly matured - in a good way - in the past year or so.

That's my world. Tell me about yours.


happyone said...

Oh, so sorry you are having a bad day. I'm sending you happy thoughts and hope you have a great rest of the day. :-)

Dear Liza said...

I was excited about Martin/Stewart, too!

I am sory your Sunday began on a sour note, but I'll bet your day got better.

Hugs. :)

Brad said...

I'm late to this, but...Sometimes the universe talks to you. Sometimes it yells. It was yelling at you on Sunday. You were right to listen, pull in your horns and sulk. Sometimes we need that.

Hope the week got better once it got going!

Tee said...

My husband was excited that Martin won.

Hopefully, things will brighten up soon for you. :-)

Anonymous said...

Hi Mary.

Just checking in to say that I was thinking of you, and look forward to
hearing that life is zipping along and treating you well.