Remember the movie Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs? Today was one of those days for us. I seemed to turn into one of the Seven Dwarfs of Menopause. If you're not familiar with them, Google the term. I'm ready for a new day to begin. This morning started out well enough, but as the day wore on, with my having to get statements done, printed, and mailed (I am so not an accountant!), various worrisome thoughts about my parents, preparing to teach for the day, and planning supper I started getting a bit...uh...well, this picture probably says it perfectly:


David, on the other hand quickly started going downhill with every "blonk!" (that's the best way I can describe the sound his computer makes when I send him something via GoogleTalk) notification that another statement was on the way to him to print for me. My laptop isn't connected to the printer so he has to do that until we can take care of it. Put those incessant interruptions in with his seminary class issues, Bible study, visits to a local nursing home, answering phones, etc well, my usually calm and loving husband turned into this:

Right now I can't sleep and haven't had time to get a new book to read so I'm online. By the sound of "Grumpy" lying next to me I may have to change his name to "Snorey"..."Snorer?" Whatever...