Grouch

Is it really corny to have a Sesame Street character posted on my blog? Probably.

It has been a hell of a day. It has. Things were going smoothly until our realtor called and said she had someone who wanted to look at my house this afternoon. I for some reason forgot about the house being up for sale (apparently), because my house was a disaster. Whatever. It got clean.

My patience today has worn very thin. Instead of hearing the children's yells and screams when they were fighting, I heard this instead, "WHA WHA WHA WHA WHA WHA!". I don't know what that sound means, but I look at my children and I can see that their mouths are open and that they are yelling-- loudly, but like I said, all I heard was, WHA WHA WHA WHA WHA WHA.

We had to leave the house for the showing today-- we went to Wendy's...which I hate, but I thought I would give it a try since Keyton has been begging to go there for a couple of days. We went through the drive through, and on our way out of the parking lot the stupid drink holder knocked over and a giant diet coke and two RED fruit punches made a leap off my consul and ended up spilling all over the floor. It was a lovely experience. The kids started to cry, I heard the WHA WHA's. I was thirsty and in need of some caffeine, so I went back through the drive through to order more soda. The guy at the window looked at me suspiciously, handed me my soda's and said, " Have a great day!". I think he thought I was nutzo. I don't care what drive through window boy thinks, I already know I am nutzo.

I think I am grouchy. Today you can classify me as a grouch. Just call me Oscar. I like the name Oscar anyways.