Peeved and Imageless

"You can learn many things from children. How much patience you have, for instance." ~Franklin P. Jones

I was only slightly irritated as I sat down to type a few lines here.

Then, I grew increasingly annoyed, as firstly--Blogger isn't allowing any images to load at the moment. I have tried five times. Oh well. I am a Yahoo 360 deserter, so am used to the occasional posting glitch here and there. I expect Blogger will have it fixed by tomorrow.

Secondly, Rachel must have sipped too much iced tea this afternoon (or drank Coca-Cola over at her friend's house), because she is chattering away to me non-stop tonight. She is in the other room watching some awards show on Fox (the "kid's choice something or other" with a soundtrack of screaming kids and b-a-a-a-d music) and keeps trotting in and out of this room, with a running commentary on what's happening on-screen. I pretend to be interested, and I KNOW I should be grateful she is speaking to me at all, but I really don't care to know what Jason Castro is wearing in the audience, or that David Archuleta is sitting next to his father. If you don't know the names I just wrote, consider yourself lucky. Believe me, I do know these names, since there is still American Idol mania and Archie worship going on in this house. And, yes, we just purchased tickets to the A.I. tour for the Sept. 7 date in Providence...oh joy! Guess who is going along with Rachel? Well, she is excited because we surprised her with the tickets yesterday and actually, I think I just may enjoy the show, too, since I followed the whole last season and really got caught up in it too. Me--I'm a Cook fan.

Now, here was yet another interruption from the Wonder Girl just now, but this one was funny!

"How come Mariah Carey dresses like a grown-up Bratz doll?"

Snerk.

Third annoying thing: I couldn't open the can of whipped cream for our strawberry shortcake dessert. There's this plastic ring thing on the cap that was impossible for me to tear off. I have opened these cans before without a problem but this one won't come off for me! And John is out of the house. But, it's too hot to get annoyed over these little things. So, I am eating whipped cream-less strawberry shortcake and trying to calm down.

I have had little time to myself lately and work has had a few situations crop up that are making me anxious. I wish I could erase my worries about job-related stuff. I know I worry about essentially nothing. Maybe a second helping of strawberry shortcake will help me. Even without whipped cream on top, it is pretty darn tasty!

*Update:
The husband returned home just in the nick of time. He boldly cracked open the Ready-Whip can and strawberry shortcake with whipped cream was happily consumed. My hero.