The Angry Dome

I am having a stupid day. Mid-Missouri ices. I fell on the ice at the grocery this morning. And after a female store employee helped me get to my car and put the groceries in the trunk (including huge bag of cheap cat food for the feral cats) - she looked at the non-helping male employee and told him to get some salt out for the lot. (Stupid lazy man!) Why wasn't there salt out before? I think it had something to do with laziness...

So I fell. I'm dirty. I hit my knee - which is still sore from my previous fall.

Later I went back out to get less toxic ice melter for the home from because I, unlike certain lazy people, have been putting it out on the walkways. I ended up with similarly toxic ice melter (the fine print was too fine at the time).

I went to do laundry and there was a load of wet laundry IN the machine. Dee has been gone more than a week. So it had that not so fresh odor. I'm not angry about it but annoyed that after having an upset that I faced the stinky impediment to my own clean clothes.

THEN - Daisy, who had been outside for 20 minutes or so, came in and when she jumped up onto her spot on the sofa - she PEED! That was the straw that broke my back.

I remembered professor Farnsworth announcing, "If anyone needs me, I'll be in the angry dome!" and later you see him shaking his fist and appearing to yell at the air. Futurama, so many lessons for life!

It does no good to yell at anyone so I sit here and shake my fist at the world.

To feel better I made myself some chocolate Malt-O-Meal (farina - like Professor Farnsworth is known to eat) and coffee.

This evening, I have to go back out into the snow and ice to a party organized by my office at work. It is a big deal with music, prizes, games, dinner. No alcohol, though - which is good and bad. Dressing nice is encouraged. I will dress nice but put on my spiky ice cleats and hope it doesn't spoil the look - HAHA I would be happiest if I could just stay here, with the cats (and no dog) and read a book but I will try to muster the good sport buried inside myself because nobody likes a raging whiner.