- It starts with having to interrupt whatever I was doing... like on Sundays, SLEEPING.
- Putting on spiffies -- I hate pantyhose (on the cusp of Gen X I guess). Slips went out of my wardrobe YEARS ago, TG. Hate heels.
- Packing everyone and their little bookbags into the jeep (sometimes a mad rush to put doors and top on, too, if the weather's gotten bad).
- Once AT the meeting, that pesky shunning thing sorta bites ass.
- The whole meeting -- what irritates me is the droning on, the zoning out, the SSDD of the meetings. Like a different dimension of existance... zombies.... The elder's daughter's comments (that damn lisp bugs me, too)... the closet druggy/nympho who takes her 2yo out to smack at least every 15min... the MS with a negative IQ -- his comments are hard to describe, they just make me shudder... the elder who says "appreciate" in every.stinking.sentence.of.his.comment... my view from the back Row of the Damned where if I tip back enough, I can see out the foyer door windows and see what a nice day/evening it is and how I'd rather be out there....
I think I just convinced myself that tomorrow is going to be yet another skipped "spiritual meal"...
~merfi