*itch, *itch, *itch

Maybe it’s the full moon. Maybe it’s the time change. Maybe it’s because it’s dark by like 3:00. But man-oh-man, whatever it is seems to have turned the mood afoul of more then one Grand Valley resident this week. Then again, maybe it’s just me. I am GRRRRUMPPPPY. There are lots of reasons for that - my son is giving me a major case of teenager-dumbasserus, my dad’s insurance company is run by a bunch of chimpanzees (nice ones, but still chimpanzees) (did I mention he was in an accident? more on that later), my HTB yelled at me! (can you believe it? at ME?), I can’t find any shoes I like in this whole valley, (well, I found a pair I liked but they cost half a pay check) and my estrogen levels seem to be shrinking by the week. Hmmm, maybe that’s it. Oh boy - that nagging feeling of “It’s all over and now I can just sit and watch my mustache grow.” Seriously - as soon as I get up the nerve I’ll be posting about the joys of being peri-menopausal. There you go - something to look forward to. All trivial gripes in the grand scheme of the world I know - but come on, be honest. Weren’t there a lot more heavy sighs, short tempers and frustrations this week? Be careful how you answer.