With moving day fast approaching a lot of you have been asking how I'm " holding up " - well I think I was doing just fine until last night actually.
When I had my first ever in my life HISSY FIT.
Last night we ordered supper in - and I was tired and cranky - and couldn't think of the name of the dish I wanted - which was baked Rigatoni ( au gratin - with cheese ) but all I could think of was Baked Cannelloni - it sort of sounded right and it sort of didn't - I was too tired to figure it out to tell you the truth and so and off I went to pack some more boxes.................
Hissy fit's are ugly - and the older you get the uglier they get.
I'm not much of a Hissy Fit person - really I'm not - in fact I don't know if I've ever had one before to be honest with you - I know that I've NEVER broken anything on purpose in my life - as in throwing things around. I can be a spoiled brat - but I'm not destructive.
Anyway I was starving - absolutely starving - and the only thing that enabled me to pack another few boxes was that my RIGATONI was on it's way.................I could smell it in my mind - I could taste it - that first cheesy savory mouth watering bite.
But of course - Rigatoni is not what arrived - the restaurant delivered what I ordered. Idiots.
AND I DIDN'T WANT CANNELLONI -
and I was feeling extremely sorry for myself - because really - I wasn't asking for so much - just a plate of my favorite Italian food...............
I looked at it - and looked at it - before putting it on a plate and then looked over at what John had ordered which was a whole pizza for himself - and I gingerly asked " do you think you could share your pizza with me ? "
The poor guy was every bit as starving as I was - and so for the briefest second - a very brief fleeting second he showed a little annoyance -
And the HISSY FIT came out of nowhere -
AND I DO MEAN ABSOLUTELY NOWHERE.
It took over completely -
I listened with disbelief as John - realizing what I was about to do, said - DON'T DO IT SUZAN
And I watched with horror as it took control of my hand and flung the plate into the wall - smashing it into pieces -
And then I calmly walked out of the kitchen and resumed packing.
The hunger pains completely vanished.
AND that my friends was my first and last Hissy Fit - I don't think I like them because
I HAD TO GO IN THE KITCHEN AND CLEAN UP THE MESS - whereupon I remembered that I really do love Cannelloni -
A. Lot. Tonight - Suzan says - You won't believe this John - but I still feel like Rigatoni John says - Funny you say that Suzan - I feel like throwing a plate into the wall John says - Let's try to get invited to a Greek Wedding, shall we? TOUCHE - HE WINS....................
P.S. John left me a slice of pizza.
Which I didn't eat.
Because when you're busy acting like a five year old you bite off your nose to spite your face.
P.S.S. Thank goodness I packed up all the good dishes last week
P.S.S.S. I slunk into the kitchen and made a double scoop ice cream cone after John went to bed - which is exactly what a child would be craving.
P.S.S.S.S. Does this mean I'm now officially a shameless HISSY? and is that better than being a HUSSY? and do Hussy's have Hissy fits? The End - no really it is
Menopause - schmenopause - and we'll just blame it on that, ok?