write night

Tonight I'm in my corner, upstairs, by myself. The clock is ticking away and I haven't eaten supper yet. (The Wheat Thins and dip don't count.) That's one of the things I like about being a grown up...I can eat what I want. Sometimes I have dessert for supper. But tonight it might be PBJ. My stubborn dog, Buttercup, and I have Obedience Class soon so I couldn't make it to Hildies. I have to wonder who is being trained. She's acting just like a teenager...loving one minute, but ask her to do something and she turns her head and ignores me. It's bad enough that I have "issues" but I have a dog who does, too. I'm tired, Buttercup. My body aches, I'm tired. I've run all over town today and haven't hit a lick at my thesis. I'm tired of that, too. Buttercup, how about finishing that blasted Chapter 3 for me? I've got treats for you. Buttercup, oh Buttercup.

Growing up is highly overrated. I did it once and didn't like it. I think I'll be a kid again. Where's the peanut butter and jelly? I hope I have bread!