Look, I am cranky at the best of times, that I will not deny. Then there's the seasonal affective disorder which makes the months of November-February feel like a swirling black hole of prickliness and ennui. That's normal (and yes, I know about the light box. Tried it. Does not fit into my life schedule).
This very morning I had to apologize to the lovely and talented Heather B. for busting her chops about the Grace in Small Things meme. I threatened to quit reading her blog for a whole year because of her participation. The exact phrase, I believe, was "Wake me when it is over."
Yes, I am a jerk.
But this menopause thing has cranked things up a couple thousand notches. Get out of my way, people, because my hormones and I are coming through. Like it or not.
The estrogen cream from the health food store works great to keep my Raging Bitch-self in check.
But there's a problem. The one, the only health food store in town that sells the magic goop is run by a man who gave over $25,000 to the Yes on Prop 8 campaign - the initiative that banned same-sex marriage in my state.
When I heard that, I vowed to boycott and have stuck to that. I am in no way going to give them my $34.95 so that they can oppress my friends. I mean, a political donation isn't exactly burning people at the stake, but still. Having my money used against civil rights...no. (I am practically Nelson Mandela here in my saintliness, aren't I?)
I have been magic goop-free for about a week and the world around me is paying for it. Grrr. Trying to cut me off in traffic? I WILL CUT YOU! Do not mess! Doing the Grace in Small Things meme? You are dead to me! You stupid bloggers don't know what kind of hell I can bring!
I blame the homosexuals. I try to do the right thing for them and this is what happens.
(No, honest, I'm driving up to Ojai to Rainbow Bridge (not making this up) for non-evil magic goop tomorrow at lunch. Sure, it is 15 miles one way, but I have my scruples. And it is a really pretty drive. As long as no one gets in my way.)