It’s been raining a lot in recent days. A LOT. Which, I have to say, is okay, because at least we don’t have to shovel it.
But it doesn’t make for a very festive mood, looking out at the rain. We got soaked to the skin going to swimming lessons today. The commute this morning was no fun for BDH. The spot where our pool was this summer has become a pond. And it is generally cold and damp.
And I am peevish. Little things are annoying me — the rain, people being stupid in cars, the old fucker in Toyota this morning who told us to turn off our car when we were dropping BDH off in the service bay — and because I am damp and it’s making my hair do that weird and annoying cowlick thing whereby it sticks out perpendicular to my head, I am finding peevishness giving way to the urge to punch someone right in the junk.
So maybe it’s best to stay in.
Except I can’t. I have to go to the mall. I need to get my new OMG YOU’RE GOING TO GET GLAUCOMA SO HAVE SOME EXPENSIVE NEW GLASSES YOU’RE GETTING OLD NOW YOU CAN’T DENY IT eyeglasses. And there are boots to be returned. And probably other things to do.
And, while Stinkerbelle is positively DANCING AND CLAPPING at the prospect of going to the mall, one of her favourite places IN ALL THE WORLD… I am less enthused.
Firstly, it’s raining. Now, last week, we went into the mall to the threat of rain and came out to OMG CARSICLE HERE HAVE SOME FREEZING RAIN. So you know, I’m not thrilled with the rain at night recently.
Secondly, it’s raining, and it’s late November, and there’s no good way to dress for this weather, and CERTAINLY none that will keep my hair from doing that ridiculous sideways forehead curl horn thing.
Third, there are PEOPLE in the mall. Many of them, as you well know, will be STUPID. A lot of them will also be ANNOYING. So there’s that.
And fourth? Well, I am sure there is a fourth, but I am TOO PEEVISH to think of it right now. BUT TRUST ME IT IS THERE.
So, it is going to be a case of suck-it-up-and-deal, of this I am sure. BDH is good in crowds at this time of year. He plasters a smile on his face and adopts a pleasant demeanor and then gets in and out before any homicidal impulses present themselves. Perhaps I will hide behind him. Certainly I will take his arm as I am old and blind and decrepit. And have that crazy old lady hair going on.
In the meantime, I am going to go make gingerbread with my kid, currently waxing poetical on the joys of THE MALL and EAT AT THE MALL. And perhaps it will make me less peevish.
If nothing else, it will make me full of gingerbread. And that is never a bad thing.