I love writing (mostly because I love the sound of my own voice, apparently), so I don't know why I have been so reluctant to start a blog. At any rate, here I am. Blogging. Not a real pretty word, is it? That's okay. I think I can move past it.
I'm feeling rather pettish at the moment. That means easily annoyed or irritated. Not like a dog or a cat, or heaven forbid, a horse. I love learning new words. In fact, I just learned that one. Pettish. Perhaps I'll make new words a side-theme of my blogs.
So, feeling pettish as I am, it's rather surprising that I did not rip off Katie's head just now. As I was sitting here a few moments ago, blogging, I heard a loud noise from the direction of the living room.
I yelled, "What was that?!" But no one answered, so I just continued with my business here. You see, that's the kind of mom I am when feeling pettish.
A few short moments later Katie came bounding into my room, as only a 5'11" girl can bound, and announced that I was going to kill her. "Why?" said I. She led me to the front of the house and showed me the dinner-plate size hole in the front window.
Luckily, our windows are not just double paned, but quadruple paned. I shrugged my shoulders and told her to pick up the shards. I'd rather the kids play baseball outside, even if they break windows, than sit inside and watch the boob-tube. You see, that's the kind of mom I am.
