Some of you may not know this but I like to watch birds and plant flowers. I have a black thumb so I tend to plant items more often than I get to enjoy them. (If you listened to the show, you would know this.)

This morning I was looking out my front window and noticed a plant was blooming. This makes me very excited so out the front door I ran to get a closer look!

Halfway down my front steps I realize that I am not alone. I quickly turn to my left and promptly jumped BACKWARDS. Of course my steps are wet, so I promptly use my back side to dry them off. Yes, that means I fell.

Then I had to start laughing.  You see, the object that startled me was a deer right next to my steps. When I flew out the door, the poor creature froze with fright. When I jumped so did the deer.  It then tried to figure out how to get past me so it could join its three companions that crossing the street back into my yard – I suspect to figure out what the creature was in the purple dress. Perhaps they were coming to eat my plants, maybe my thumb isn’t so black!

I actually hope the neighbors were watching – it was just too comical not to share.

I’ve only been up an hour and a half yet my brain feels like it has already worked 8 hours. So far everything I have thought about has turned into a question of why do I?

Why do I…..
follow a morning routine I do not like?
think blog posts have to be a minimum of 3 paragraphs?
wish it was already Friday?
need a Dr. Pepper every morning?
feel so much excitement about getting my garden ready?
think anyone that reads this will automatically assume I am a very
self-centered person?
get so excited about watching birds?
not like really hot showers?
not realize that the cat snuck in the door behind me?

I have so many questions today. WHY?

It is Saturday. I had hoped for a rather enjoyable one as we are supposed to heading out to my great-nephew’s first birthday party.  However, I don’t feel well AND I was awaken by an extremely grumpy man which for some reason puts me in a grumpy mood. You’ll see why.

First off, the last night I slept well was Tuesday. My nose is so stuffed up I can’t breathe through it so I can’t sleep with the CPAP – I’ve tried. Wednesday night I developed a sore throat, aches, stuffed nose, throbbing ears – you all know what I’m talking about. Thursday was no better except that after the kids went off to school I returned to be and slept until 1:15.  My throat was still raw, nose still stuffy but the ears were much better and my aches were downgraded to just feeling sore. However Dave developed a stuffy nose. Friday was about the same for both of us – he is taking Benadryl (he likes to leave the used capsule containers laying around) while I take whatever I can find that doesn’t mess with my blood pressure and make me feel ‘loopy’. No Benadryl for me.

So last night I finally had to get up and sleep in a recliner in order to breathe decent, plus Dave was moving around alot. I finally drift off to sleep around 2 and then Dave gets up to get a drink. Wide awake again. I drift off to sleep again only to be awaken by Mister Grumpy. He was walking heavily (stomping), flipping on lights and circling my recliner. After watching him lift up different pieces of paper, I ask what he is doing. Looking for something that somebody didn’t put back where it belongs, was the growling response. I decided to try and return to sleep. Banging drawers and loud whispering changed my mind. I asked what he was looking for. My medicine – there should be two capsules left in that drawer, in fact there should still be a box but somebody keeps moving it, stated the growling man. After a few more growls and him being very ticked off as he heads for the coffee shop, I get up and go into the bathroom. Pull open the drawer ALL THE WAY and ‘ta da’ there is the box of Benadryl. I chase down the grumpy man and tell him the Benadryl was in the top drawer. I’m not taking that, he states. Well that’s funny because Benadryl is what is printed on empty capsule containers you have left on the counter, I replied. He follows me back into the bathroom. I place the Benadryl in the drawer, slam it shut. He then opens it. Oh no! It’s gone again! Oh wait, pull the drawer open all the way and there it is.

He’s now the not so grumpy man. I am now the grumpy woman. The open used capsules are STILL on the counter!

I’m going to fix breakfast. Have a fabulous weekend!