I’ve been grumpy, tired of Jake’s recovery.Ã‚Â I know that’s mean, he’s the one in pain, but now two weeks into it, I’m getting a little irritated.
I’m so irritated that when doing errands yesterday I saw a woman come out of a liquor store under the weight of a box of booze.Ã‚Â NOt a box o wine, but a cardboard moving box filled with clanking bottles.
And passing by her, in full grump-mode, my mind said “booze-hound.”Ã‚Â I had to stop and turn around to be sure I didn’t say it out loud and if I did, that she didn’t hear me.Ã‚Â
It was very weird to have such a random, uncalled for thought to come to mind.Ã‚Â It happenedÃ‚Â twice yesterday and I can’t remember the otherÃ‚Â context, but when I do, I’ll update you.
At least I’m not this guy.
Apparently he was released from jail to donate aÃ‚Â kidney toÃ‚Â his son.Ã‚Â Instead of saving his child’s life, he went outÃ‚Â to Mexico for a beer. Or a box of liquor or something fun like that.
Yes, I’m mortified at my impatience the last two days, but, at least I’m not him.