Lazy Days

I always want lazy days. I beg and whine and cry for them often. Today we have absolutely no where that we must be. No plans made. I hate it. Maybe it’s the craving for cigarrettes making me antsy. It’s been four days (maybe 5 cause I might have lost a day somewhere). I have been real touchy the last few days. PMS is probably going to rear her ugly head soon. Always perfect timing.

Hubs wanted to use his free movie tickets to see something today. Something for just me and him. He REALLY has ticked me off and well to be flat out honest, I don’t want to go anywhere with him. I don’t even want to be in the same room with him. It’s his lack of ambition to help try and get money into our household that has just really worn me thin. I get tired of the excuses and the “well I could go down here and see if they have work”. Could go and actually go are two different things jerk! Anywho I got pretty pissy with the movie theater in particular. Now all the theaters we normally go to around here have no restrictions on their gift cards. However, this place will not allow a gift card to be used on any movie that has been released within the last two weeks. Ya know how long we have had these tickets? 3 months. In 3 months we haven’t been able to see a movie because everytime we have a moment to check on seeing a movie, the only movies they have showing that we are “eligible” to watch is crap movies. I am sorry but Inglorious Bastards, Informant, and Surrogates don’t remotely excite me. I am a horror/death to all on the planet kind of chick. If it doesn’t have the end of the world, or some ax-weilding serial killer (oh gawd just not No Country For Old Men, that was horrible!), or both….I just don’t want to see it. Ok Ok I will also watch a TIm Burton flick. So I really think I pissed hubs when I suggested he take a friend to see a movie. Oh well. TO be honest, I am just too cranky to care right now.

I am sitting here feeling like I don’t know what to do with myself. I mean there are things to do. Laundry, cleaning, more laundry, prep dinner. I am just not motivated to do a damn thing. If I do laundry it doesn’t go away. If I clean someone messes it up AND WON’T CLEAN IT. If I make dinner someone will whine that they don’t want to eat it. So why bother?

Can I please have a cigarrette now?