ok, i know this hardly counts, but...........

i went to the gym, did my time on the treadmill, took a shower , then decided to stretch and relax a bit in the warm water pool downstairs.

i am the only one in the pool, loving it and going peacefully back and forth the length of the pool, when all of a sudden three ladies come bounding in with all kinds of "pool equipment" and start playing "bumper car" with me.

so i move out of their way. no easy task;

then two women come into my even smaller space with "noodles" and try to "ride" them in the deep water by me. it was not a pretty sight and left me with virtually no space at all and a little grossed out.

sooooooooo out i came. so much for relaxing!

it turned me into "grumplestiltskin"

grrr!

I can totally relate. All you want is some peace and quiet. You would even be willing to share the peace and quiet if the other person would enjoy the pool in the same manner, but, noooooo. You get these people that are trying to recapture their childhood years loud, and raucus, and very unpeaceful.

Our local pool has special hours for lap swimming. You can barely tell anyone else is in the pool.

thanks for understanding .

i feel better now.

hope your day doesn't make you too grumpy!

It's just past noon in Atlanta, and I have already had four unsolicited calls from mortgage lenders anxious to refinance my mortgage.

I am raising Grandkittens at the moment. They're four weeks old, so I started putting out kitten food for them to try over the weekend.

This morning, I found a quarter-sized swirl of kitten poop by the bed. Aw, how cute, I thought until I looked under the bed and found a collection...

It's the second glorious day this year and we have to drive to a town an hour away to buy a battery for our mower. It's a Crafstman sold by Sears. We have a small service store here in town that actually sells the mowers. But not the batteries. Salesperson said they don't sell enough of them to keep them on hand - but they'll sell you the mower.

I asked the salesperson if he couldn't just remove a battery from a mower, sell it to me for the same price as a battery in the big store, then replace their mowers battery from the delivery truck when it comes. He looked at me as though I'd asked him to perform brain surgery on me.

So, now we have to spend an arm and a leg on gas to go spend an arm and a leg on a battery.

Go figure!

Whew! That feels better. Thanks

Just!

Great new noun(?)!! Love it.

A little vomit came up in my throat though with the noodle situation. I am waaayyyyy too visual, which is of course a gift and a curse.

Jo,

As Bugs used to say, "What a Maroon!"