I woke up on the wrong side of the wrong bed today and boy, am I cranky about it.
Last night was to be the first overnight out in my camper, Bunkie.
The weather conspired against me. No, it wasn’t raining. No, it wasn’t too cold or even too hot. It was too humid. And, I can’t sleep unless I’m in a cool, dark room.
I pride myself on being a fairly low-maintenance person, but, this humidity quirk? I’ll admit that’s weird. Humidity seeps into my pores, crawls around my bones and settles into my brain, turning me into a shrew.
And…well…sure, I’ll admit that it’s hard to feed me because I don’t eat gluten. Or dairy. Or processed foods.
And, I’m not a very pleasant passenger in a car because I have a tendency to gasp and grab the driver’s arm when I feel they are doing something improper.
And I won’t watch movies or TV shows with violence in them (which is just about all of them.)
FINE! I’m a high maintenance shrew. Let’s just leave it at that, shall we?
CRAZIE TOWN 
Welcome to my world!
Poor baby! Sensitivity to heat happens to us old people!
Dear Sally. I did not know that was one of the many benefits(?) of oldness. Dang.
Yep!
If you’re a shrew then I am too. I was raised poor in the country but now that I’m old I can’t take the heat or the humidity. I have gluten, cane sugar, high fructose and, dairy sensitivities and cook almost everything I eat. I seldom indulge in gluten free cookies or chips.
Call it what you will but I don’t feel you are a shrew. Grumpy, maybe. 🙂
Dear PP&L. Grumpy. That was a Disney character, right? That sounds better.
I had not thought about Disney but yes, Grumpy is much better than shrew.
Regards, Yvonne
And were you alone this morning being shrewish? That would help the low maintenance part.
Dear Janet. Yes. Thankfully Husband had a “very important” meeting on the golf course. He came home, took one look at me and said, “I think I’ll go downstairs for the rest of the day.” Smart man.
Okay, but you’re a FUNNY high maintenance shrew. And that counts for a lot.
Dear Julianne. That’s the best kind of shrew to be, so I’ve been told by Shrew’s Anonymous.
Someone has their Nellie shoes on.
Dear Anonymous. I wonder if I have a blood transfusion I can delete all the Evil Grandmother Nellie genes from my body? Of course, those genes do help me kick butt when I need to so maybe the occasionally wearing of Nellie shoes isn’t so bad.