Grumpy pants
Jan. 18th, 2005 04:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
merchimerchThere are 2 pairs of grumpy pants currently being worn in this apartment and I'm not doubling up on them. I realize that my luteal phase is coming to an end and my hormones are starting to rage for chocolate, but I've really had a pretty crummy day.
The commissary presented me with an almos $60 invoice of unpaid stuff - there was a mess up with the turkey purchases and a couple of other times when they forgot to count some of our purchases and charged it to our account later. To make things worse, R didn't have enough cash with him the last time he went, so our reputation is kind of shot as well. They had a mistake in the final thing, but noone was listening to me at that point because I was the bad customer with a balance to pay. The head of the commissary, who is always somewhat crotchety, finally snapped at me telling me that they didn't have time or money to waste fixing this now, they have deadlines to meet. It was all very odd and even the shiny Uzbek assistant seemed flustered.
I came home from that longer that usual excursion to find R moping around the house being very out of sorts, kind of allergic, kind of sick and feeling unprepared for his lesson. I bought gatorade to try and help the quasi-sickness but even that didn't sound good to him. I ended up making and over cooking some cornbread, which was at least edible, but annoyed me because I NEVER follow recipies, but I followed the directions on the back of the cornmeal box which told me to heat a pan with shortening in to grease it, so I followed those directions instead of greasing and flouring a pan which is what my instincts were telling me. Lo and behold we have corn bread stuck to the pan cuz the melted grease floated to the top of the batter and basically mixed in.
Then suprise suprise at 2:30 malika opa showed up. Never mind that she said she was coming on Wednesday at 3, she swears she said Tuesday. When I copped out of an impromptu lesson citing R's Uzbek lesson and my lack of playing today she looked at me and said "you really haven't been in the mood to play the dutar lately have you?" She was so right, but it still hurt my feelings.
I'm tired of having a sick and grumpy husband. It is MY TURN to be grumpy and he is stealing my grumpy pants.
(really someday I'm going to find super comfy flannel with big frowny faces on it and make myself a pair of grumpy pants.
The commissary presented me with an almos $60 invoice of unpaid stuff - there was a mess up with the turkey purchases and a couple of other times when they forgot to count some of our purchases and charged it to our account later. To make things worse, R didn't have enough cash with him the last time he went, so our reputation is kind of shot as well. They had a mistake in the final thing, but noone was listening to me at that point because I was the bad customer with a balance to pay. The head of the commissary, who is always somewhat crotchety, finally snapped at me telling me that they didn't have time or money to waste fixing this now, they have deadlines to meet. It was all very odd and even the shiny Uzbek assistant seemed flustered.
I came home from that longer that usual excursion to find R moping around the house being very out of sorts, kind of allergic, kind of sick and feeling unprepared for his lesson. I bought gatorade to try and help the quasi-sickness but even that didn't sound good to him. I ended up making and over cooking some cornbread, which was at least edible, but annoyed me because I NEVER follow recipies, but I followed the directions on the back of the cornmeal box which told me to heat a pan with shortening in to grease it, so I followed those directions instead of greasing and flouring a pan which is what my instincts were telling me. Lo and behold we have corn bread stuck to the pan cuz the melted grease floated to the top of the batter and basically mixed in.
Then suprise suprise at 2:30 malika opa showed up. Never mind that she said she was coming on Wednesday at 3, she swears she said Tuesday. When I copped out of an impromptu lesson citing R's Uzbek lesson and my lack of playing today she looked at me and said "you really haven't been in the mood to play the dutar lately have you?" She was so right, but it still hurt my feelings.
I'm tired of having a sick and grumpy husband. It is MY TURN to be grumpy and he is stealing my grumpy pants.
(really someday I'm going to find super comfy flannel with big frowny faces on it and make myself a pair of grumpy pants.
