When I married the giant squid many years ago, it didn't take me long to realize he was descended from Neanderthal stock. Egads! The real shocker came when I discovered Neanderthals had several personality quirks that no one ever mentioned, mainly… in addition to being spank-happy, Neanderthals pout! I don’t care how much he denies it – Neanderthals pout! They don't pout like cultured ladies pout; they pout like 8-year old boys. They get grumpy. I've lived with Mr. Grumpy for a lot of years. I can attest that his bouts of grumpy pouts are few and far between but when they happen… Get Out of his LINE OF FIRE!
When Mr. Grumpy is grumpy, he grumps about EVERYTHING!
Just because I happened to be cleaning out the hall closet and had to use a ladder to get to the top shelf… where there is a ceiling door to the attic… and there was dust up there… I mean… no one likes to see dust at the top of the closet… so I decided to push that door aside to get the dust out of all the cracks… and guess what! Santa had made an early delivery! Shocked! That was me. Uh huh, shocked.
… and stunned when I was suddenly no longer on top of the ladder in the closet and over Mr. Grumpy's shoulder… He sure can grump at the slightest things! I think he might have needed a glass of wine and maybe, a nap… or two.
SWAT!
Tsk.
I spotted the Rott snoozing in the hallway and yelled "KILL!" but the beast just yawned and went back to snoozing. Why oh why did I ever let that ferocious canine bond with Mr. Grumpy?
Later, I made chocolate pecan pie and after you-know-who ate about half of it, he wanted to know if I made peach cobbler, too. I didn't, so he grumped about that. Maybe two glasses of wine was needed and a very long nap.
SWAT!
Tsk.
Since Mr. Grumpy is so o-l-d…. I thought I'd better remind him that RUN AMOK WEEK is only FIVE days away! I don't want to spring it on him in case he's forgotten…
SWAT!
LOL!
He responded with… you won't believe this… NO MISCHIEF IMP!
Honestly… No mischief and imp in the same sentence just doesn't make any sense to me. Not to you either, right? Tsk. I told you he was o-l-d.
SWAT!
Tsk.
~Sar~
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You'd think he be happy that you are so conscientious about cleaning. My husband would be thrilled.
I do have one question about 'run amok week', how is that different from your normal week?? Well anyway - enjoy it and Christmas.
Hugs,
PK
Happy Winter Solstice! Sounds as if you are getting back to normal very fast,and a certain somebody is put out because you are not as containable anymore! Oh well. Do you get the whine with the pouting? Or maybe the denial of whining? ;)
*hehehehe* Uh-huh. This reminds me of our exchange a few nights ago. I decided to wrap two last minute family presents while my J was nestled under the sheets in bed. With my hands full of wrapping paper, I attempted to SIT next to him, but his hands were in the way...squeezing and fondling my bottom! "Babe," I said giggling. "NO, I'm trying to wrap presents." "Don't tell me NO," he gruffly replies. "I'll spank."
Apparently, these guys of ours didn't get the Christmas memo. And, for the record, you're SUPPOSED to look in the attic first. Sheesh. ;o)
You mentioned socks in a previous post. Me too, please! Why do we love them even more as adults? I put in a request to Santa earlier.
Make it memorable, m'friend!!
Kara
Sar, it seems that you are getting into the festive spirit.
Seeing as you aren't my Imp, run amok by all means, but remember our giant Squid is getting on, try not to over stress him.
Have a wonderful everything.
Love and warm hugs,
Paul. aka (zealous voyeur)
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