The day started out so well....

And now I feel about like he looks:all hairy, huge and grumpy. The morning went just fine...a little blogging, a little piddling around the house, hanging a picture or two, planning out the way I'm going to rearrange the bedroom tomorrow. Yeah. Just fine. And then the phone rang. I really, really, really can't tell you how much I dislike the telephone. I've talked about it before but I don't think I can ever really express my true views on that annoying little device. Anywho, the phone call was from my daughter's boyfriend. Which really ticks me off. Why? Because I think if my daughter feels like I need some information pertaining to her life, she should call me herself. For reasons too many and too personal to mention, my daughter and I don't have a good relationship and some days, I despair that we ever will. I don't blog about that because it truly is too painful to put out there. And since it is too painful, I'll not say what the phone call was about, other than to say it signaled the end of my happy-go-lucky day, that's for sure. Next, a couple of other things happened that were totally unrelated to my daughter or anything else for that matter, but I allowed myself to get more and more aggravated with each passing irritation. And then, just to make sure I knew where I stood today, my appointment with the hair dresser did not go as it should have. You see, I make an appointment when I want to get my hair done. Why? Because I like to get in there, get the hair stuff done, and get the heck out. So having made my appointment at least a week in advance, I then arrive for my appointment today, as scheduled. Actually, I was even 5 minutes early. I took a seat and proceeded to wait. And wait. And wait. Finally, someone comes to tell me that my hairdresser is running late. Duhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. And then, after having sat there for 25 minutes, she came back to tell me that my hairdresser was almost done. It would probably be just another 10 minutes. Uh-huh. So. Somebody tell me again why we make appointments? I can understand a few minutes running late. Really I can. But apparently, my hairdresser was cutting the hair of an entire family. Literally. At least 3 people were in there getting their hair cut. Now the way I see it, either she overbooked herself and didn't give enough time for each person, or she took walk-in clients without checking to see when her next appointment was. Either way, her appointment (aka ME) was left waiting. I refuse to wait at a doctor's office for longer than 15 minutes these days. Maybe it's the menopause that makes me so arrogant about it, but I figure that if I manage to be on time for my appointment, so should the person I'm making the appointment with. Yeah. Maybe I'm unreasonable. I. don't. care. I. DO. NOT. CARE. ONE. LITTLE. IOTA. Because, despite the fact that I am a mere stay at home mom with nothing but scads of time on my hands and nowhere important to go, I still value my time just as much as the next person values theirs. Therefore, I declined to wait another moment just to have my hair done. I was quite nice about it. Honestly. But I said that I wasn't happy with my appointment being voided, basically. So now here I sit. Hair looking like Chewbacca's. Attitude a lot like his, too. Yep, that's me. Hairy. Huge. Grumpy.