Grrrrrr. Today was a cranky day. It probably doesn't help that I somehow forgot to take my happy pills over the weekend. And yes I can get all squirrelly that quickly w/o my happy pills. How I forget to take them I just don't know. They're like, right there. But forget them I did. I managed to get through today w/o biting off anybody's entire head (how rude to leave them w/no head whatsoever).
Passing a photographer's studio on my way in to work today, I looked at the photos in the window: wedding photos; Valentine's Day type photos; basically, lovey dovey photos. Bco my grumpitude, I indulged in negative thoughts: 'You dumb shits, spending all those tens of thousands of dollars on weddings, and 50% of you are going to end up divorced.' And then I moved on to mentally bitching out the wedding industry and the Valentine's Day industry and the jewelry industry and the stupid-let's-pigeonhole-men-and-women-into-roles industry, etc. etc. E.g., I abhor Kay Jewelers commercials. 'Every kiss begins with K.' I abhor the implication that if you give a woman jewelry, you'll get a kiss (and, by further implication, then some). That really, really, really annoys me. 
There's a commercial on at the moment wherein the man gives the woman a girly pink jewelry box complete w/dancer and music. She says, 'I had one just like this when I was a girl!' (Just as an aside: Ack.) He then encourages her to open one of the drawers and there she finds diamond earrings (or a necklace; the commercial has alternate endings). Overwhelming joy ensues.
It doesn't help my thoroughly subjective analysis of the commercials that I thoroughly subjectively consider the jewelry ugly. I mean, who would fall into such rapture over that stuff?
My mood is:
Now, my day was not w/o bright spots.
Today I...:
- ...was a hero to Miles & Lizzie when I replaced their favorite wand toy's bedraggled shiny, crinkly teaser w/a new furry teaser. They've been taking turns dragging it around in their mouths for the past hour, drooling on it the whole time. When one kitten has it clamped firmly in their jaw, the other stands right there, waiting for their chance to snatch it. The kitten that has it growls continuously to the other kitten, as if to say, 'My furry thing!'
- ...explained what 'douchebag' means to a 12-ish yo patron. I'm on Community Room duty Monday afternoons. The kids are free to be fairly stupid and loud and all that when it's kid time in the Community Room. A bunch of boys were using rather crude language. Occasionally, I'd remind them to watch their language. One called another a douchebag. After telling him that was inappropriate language, the offending kid asked me what a douchebag is. I imagine he was just trying to make me uncomfortable by asking that, but I played it straight. Some of the boys laughed, some didn't. The non-laughers declared themselves more mature than the laughers. The laughers protested. The issue remains unresolved.
- ...finished yet another square for my afghan.
- ...helped an uncle and nephew bond and do so on the cheap by finding the Scooby Doo movie he remembered as a child and that he wanted to show to his nephew and not charging him the $1 rental fee. *sniff*
All this wretched goodness notwithstanding, I fear Kevin may have chosen the very worst night to snore his lungs out. Attack! I used to nudge or shake him; now I passively-aggressively pull the covers off of him or pull his pillow out from under his head...basically, something that will disturb him enough to stop his snoring, but not enough that he'll wake up and be all cranky about me shaking him awake. Stealth passive aggression.
Speaking of aggression, I may have to risk life and limb to put that wand toy away for the overnight. Those cats are still trading and growling over it. Snoring, growling...it's a wonder I get any sleep at all.
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