I'm on antibiotics for a minor infection. Last time I was on them I got depressed. And I've been doing so well lately! This time I'm not only depressed, but angry. Sunday morning, my hubby brought out a toy we sometimes play with.
I said, "You come near me with that thing and I'll hit you with it and put it where the sun don't shine." He knew I was kidding. Maybe. We'll never know.
I then started bitching about life in general. Blah, blah, blah. I wasn't mean or nasty to him, I was just complaining about everything that had happened recently.
After I ran out of things to whine about, I lay there in bed had a brilliant idea. Since I was grumpy, he would probably love to get rid of me for the day.
"Can we afford for me to take Mom to Bingo today?" I asked sweetly.
The answer was swift and sure. "Yes. And you can have my $15 too." he replied.
Ah! I don't usually use cunning to get my way. I'm not smart enough. It is probably the antibiotics! They must turn me into some kind of Solomon or something.
So, off I go to Bingo and I won 3 times! Mom and I always split the money so we each had $100 to spend at the slots. Actually, she won $20 more and I was only down $8. Then we find out the casino is having a BBQ of free hamburgers! So, we got a free dinner. Yippee!
Maybe I don't mind these antibiotics after all.
(I paid back the $15) :)