Grumpy Gloomy Gus

I’m generally a pretty positive, upbeat person…but I must say, I’m sick of being sick. I’ve had every cold, stomach virus, sinus infection and bronchial highpopalopus that has come down the pike. And on top of that, all of the medication and angst keeps setting off my usual twitchy tummy problems. I pretty much reside permanently in the loo at Chez Bee with a tissue in one hand and an antibiotic in the other. TMI, I know. But if I have to suffer….you have to suffer.

I’m tired of winter. I swear to God, if I have to shovel one more flake! I need to see a blade of GREEN grass or a bud on a tree…something! I need to poke my head outside without my nose hairs freezing. I need to venture outside without having to be dressed in the 42 layers required to merely exist here at Ice Station Zebra. I need to stride purposefully down my driveway instead of waddling like a tentative penguin stuck in a minefield on the ice. I need SPRING….NOW!!! If I have to kick that black crap from the wheel wells of the car one more time…or scale one more frozen ice-mound-of-death to get from here to there …or scrape one more icy window, I’m going to crawl into the bell tower with a rifle! Oh relax, we all know it’s more my style to crawl up there with an industrial-sized bag of M&M’s… so the citizens of Beetown are safe, but you get my point.

I know that this general attitude is going around. Peaknits says she feels deflated like Flat Stanley and Sheepish Annie has a whole entry about the fact that if the world didn’t suck, we’d all just fly right off, so I know I’m not alone. It just feels like it. And to add insult to injury, Mr. Bee’s general attitude about things he can do nothing about is like that of a philosophical-yet-heavily-stoned surfer. “Dude, if you can’t do anything about it, why stress? Spring will come when it comes, Buuuuuddddy. Cowabunga and Hang Ten, Molly Bee”. If he gets hauled off and slapped, there’s not a court in all the land that will convict me!

And I’m not the only one…look at those faces!

Look at poor old, Ben...talk about Flat Stanley!

At any rate, my rant is over. Guess I'll go work on the boringest baby blanket ever in the history of the world. I finally started the decrease side so it's getting there. I've been 'rewarding' myself with 30-60 minutes of spinning the lovely vivid red roving. It ain't green, but it'll do for now.