By Beauty Damned

Grump Grumble

Arguing on a beautiful Saturday morning is such a waste.

Rob and I woke up this morning and bickered. We were supposed to go to his friend's birthday party last night at Cafe Deville downtown on 3rd Ave. He said he wanted to come home first and take a nap because he was so tired from going to the gym twice a day almost everyday this week. I was pretty tired too from all the overtime and staying up too late every night.

But I know this boy. Once he lays his head down and falls asleep, he's not getting up for awhile. He's very spoiled, so when you try to wake him he gives you the hairy eyeball and whines like a little baby. Shameless. A grown man acting that way. So when I tried to wake him up he tossed himself around and announced that he didn't feel like going to the party after all. And he made up a rash of silly excuses like that one of his coworkers who gets on his nerves would be there and that he didn't have any freshly ironed clothes. Waaaah!

I can't stand that feeling of disappointment when you are anticipating going someplace and it is ultimately inticlimactic when the plan falls through. I felt really annoyed. Not even that we weren't going out as that he was just falling asleep so early on a Friday night when I've barely seen him all week and leaving me to toil the night away by myself... I don't know why I let these things take on so much importance.

So now he's gone to Central Park to promote heelys with Ziad and Shoddie (or however the heck you spell those kids' names). Mr. Cheeks is cheering me up. I'm going to take myself down to the bakery and get a latte and something sweet. That'll do the trick.

Posted by Maria at May 10, 2003 11:59 AM