Scrambled Or Beaten

That's my brains today.... maybe even scrambled and beaten. I'm waiting for some herb biscuits to come out of the oven... and then I'm off to town for a day of spinning again. Hubby is away in Victoria and we miss him dreadfully... but while the cat's away the mice will play : ) Meanwhile, lack of sleep does not help my poor brain which has been fighting one of those ugly migraines for two days. Scrambled and beaten... yup that's me today.

At least the furnace is back on... propane in the tank and everything is fine..... no more whiffs of propane floating around the joint. All is calm cool and collected... except for me.

Have you ever gotten one of those days where you have so much to do that you don't no where to start? That's what's happening to me.... it all started with crawling into bed last night and having a dog to cozy with instead of a Hubby. Suffice it to say that a gimpy dog (for the last week) is not the best bed mate. Having woken several times because the wee bugger felt he should have tree quarters of the bed instead of the two foot square space alloted, and finally waking enough at 4:30 a.m. to heft said wee bugger off the bed altogether, doesn't make for a happy Frankie. So having tossed and turned for another hour, I finally got up and spun on the drop spindle for a while. At 6:45 a.m. I was feeling sleepy enough to go back to bed. Shortly after, I heard Daughter #2 get up to get her breakfast, probably because the wee bugger was now pestering her and trying to take control of her bed instead of mine. I drifted off into la la land only to be woken a short half hour later by a crumby cat meowing at the top of the steps in an effort to find a comfortable human to cozy with.

It was at that point that I had visions of a mad woman (me) in a rather thread bare nightie and very wild hair standing on the balcony outside her bedroom swinging a dog on the left and a cat on the right by their wee tails and sending them soaring through the air into space with a rubber L.L. Bean boot permanently sticking from their posteriors.... (I do have violent thoughts from time to time, but I try not to let it show...)

So I sit here waiting for my biscuits to come out of the oven (no I'm aware that they won't do that on their own) and then I'm heading off for my spinning and a day of relaxation....

If you see any wee buggers flying through the air.... well, you know that I lost it and my brains became completely scrambled and beaten....