Is this a unisex term? I generally think of a git as being male but today it’s the best word I can think of to describe myself. Got more of a ring to it than cow. Blogs don’t have to be full of the joys every day, do they, so in the absence of anything else happening, and by way of displacement, of which I am queen, I thought I’d list the ten* top reasons I’m pi**ed off.
Year End – as in tax. It’s all over the floor
Unopened post that’s bill-shaped – ditto
My back – hurts – see post on Monday
My arse – huge. Have taken no discernible exercise since LAST thursday. See posts from Friday. I am supposed to be an expert on a hundred ways to combat Writer’s Bottom (vague work in progress) – where will my authority be with a backside the size of Milton Keynes?
To-do list – also vast. Three columns, two blog posts, one article and a short story. Do I have ideas for any of them? No.
Cold. I have one. Caught it from my son so it must be man flu. Be why I’m being pathetic.
Olympic Torch – passing through town today. The Olympics annoy me, I don’t want to go, but don’t want to feel I’ve missed it either. Grrr
Phones ringing – One more call asking if I’ve got PPI, and I’ll contravene the Telecommunications Obscenity Act
Phones not ringing – since when has “within two hours” meant three days?
Wine – totally out of Macon Blanc Villages
Bed – wish I was in it with my head under the covers (you probably do too)
Relatives – my sister has texted the following: “When we sit for long periods our fat cells become stretched and store 50% more fat.” She thinks this will cheer me up.
Spouses – don’t get me started.
But ON a brighter note, it is not raining, I am not dead and the local booze shop delivers. Down but not out. Or something. Oh and I have lots of chocolate. So it could all be much worse. And as Eeyeore might observe – it probably will be… 🙂
* ok 13 – but let’s not be pedantic