I don’t usually blog on Sunday but couldn’t resist an audience to complain to. Overt your eyes, I’d hate to ruin anyone else’s day with my whining, I just need to get it off my chest.
Sure I was a smart little Brownie, I bragged about being prepared with firewood and provisions but I forgot one little thing…well, more like one big thing, maybe the most important thing of all. Cream!!!!!! I forgot to buy cream!!!!! Beautiful 18%, smooth as silk cream. I can’t have coffee without it!!! And I’m trapped like a rat on a raft, there’s no hopping in the car to rescue my caffeine addicted body! This is where I would like to scream and swear for about fifteen minutes and not use the same word twice, but I wouldn’t want to scare the pups!!!
Anyway, I tried to improvise. I used a bit of vanilla ice-cream but that left a rather sickenly, odd taste in my mouth and did little to inspire a second sip. Yuck! I’m no coffee connoisseur but bastardizing the perfect, dark nectar with an infusion of vanilla bean and a heady amount of sugar would put me off coffee for good.
So I’m cranky and irritated. I just burned a bit of energy washing dishes and cleaning up the kitchen and I look outside and the ‘F’ word comes to mind as I look at the snow that rebelled from last night’s removal. Every path is now back to before I started shovelling. Like in the movie Ground Hog Day it seems I woke to the same scene as yesterday. So much for a wonderful forced holiday. My home is my castle my eye, I’m going to have to break out of this blasted prison and find cream or be an impossible person for the rest of the day. Even if the cream wasn’t needed for today, there’s always tomorrow morning to worry about, when I usually have my one cuppa to jump start the day. Sigh…… the best laid plans can be fouled by an idiot!
I remember distinctly looking at the cream in the grocery store wondering if I needed any and then remembered buying a litre the day before. And I did, but that was for the shop, too many fridges to stock without enough grey cells to distinguish between the two. I’m trying very hard to be civil but I’m pissed at my stupidity and a few well-placed swear words would do the world of could to make me feel better. I know I have to keep it clean so here goes…..fiddlesticks, poo, sugar, crapola, dang nab it, jeepers creepers, cheese and rice, upsy daisy, fuddy duds, turd, drats, frack, fudge, beep, darnit, holy buckets, flippin, gosh darn, jumpin gerble, jumpin jehosafats, freakin, doggonit, and of course #$&@!&#^*$!
Sure I was a smart little Brownie, I bragged about being prepared with firewood and provisions but I forgot one little thing…well, more like one big thing, maybe the most important thing of all. Cream!!!!!! I forgot to buy cream!!!!! Beautiful 18%, smooth as silk cream. I can’t have coffee without it!!! And I’m trapped like a rat on a raft, there’s no hopping in the car to rescue my caffeine addicted body! This is where I would like to scream and swear for about fifteen minutes and not use the same word twice, but I wouldn’t want to scare the pups!!!
Anyway, I tried to improvise. I used a bit of vanilla ice-cream but that left a rather sickenly, odd taste in my mouth and did little to inspire a second sip. Yuck! I’m no coffee connoisseur but bastardizing the perfect, dark nectar with an infusion of vanilla bean and a heady amount of sugar would put me off coffee for good.
So I’m cranky and irritated. I just burned a bit of energy washing dishes and cleaning up the kitchen and I look outside and the ‘F’ word comes to mind as I look at the snow that rebelled from last night’s removal. Every path is now back to before I started shovelling. Like in the movie Ground Hog Day it seems I woke to the same scene as yesterday. So much for a wonderful forced holiday. My home is my castle my eye, I’m going to have to break out of this blasted prison and find cream or be an impossible person for the rest of the day. Even if the cream wasn’t needed for today, there’s always tomorrow morning to worry about, when I usually have my one cuppa to jump start the day. Sigh…… the best laid plans can be fouled by an idiot!
I remember distinctly looking at the cream in the grocery store wondering if I needed any and then remembered buying a litre the day before. And I did, but that was for the shop, too many fridges to stock without enough grey cells to distinguish between the two. I’m trying very hard to be civil but I’m pissed at my stupidity and a few well-placed swear words would do the world of could to make me feel better. I know I have to keep it clean so here goes…..fiddlesticks, poo, sugar, crapola, dang nab it, jeepers creepers, cheese and rice, upsy daisy, fuddy duds, turd, drats, frack, fudge, beep, darnit, holy buckets, flippin, gosh darn, jumpin gerble, jumpin jehosafats, freakin, doggonit, and of course #$&@!&#^*$!
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