The store wasn’t crowded so that wasn’t it.  The clerk at the check out was neither surly nor slow, she was quite pleasant and quick.  I hate trudging down aisle after aisle, loading bag after bag into my car, and then unloading the car once I get home.  Even putting the things away has become more a hateful chore than anything.

      By the time I get the car unloaded and the groceries put away I’m so tired I can hardly see straight.  All I want to do is go take a nap.  However, that’s not possible because it is almost dinner time.

     I have dogs barking at me for their dinners.  The Curmudgeon asking me, “What’s for dinner?”  Can I stop and take a short break for maybe five minutes? 

     Okay, now give me a little cheese to go with my whine…we all need to whine occasionally.

     You all have a good one!