I want to write...Inspiration is being kind of like an itch I just can't quite reach though--I have it, and I like it...Then I sit down to write and poof! Gone.
Sometimes I feel like my brain is a sieve, and no matter how madly I try to round up my thought, they all drip right through.
On the flip side, I haven't seen Alpha this inspired in ages. He starts a new project Monday and he'll probably be working insane hours for a little while.
The man is acting like a kid in a candy shop.
And I realize that I'm on my way to major culture shock. Because that shift from being together most of the time to not...Is always strange.
When I come back to complain, remind me how much I like seeing him happy and that it's always nice to live through winter, K?
And did I mention it's cold? Not a fan.
I was really good when Alpha walked in the door tonight, I said "hello babe."
What I wanted to say was:
"I tried to cover up the space in the chicken coop but they attacked me so I ended up trying to do most of it from the outside and I really hope they don't eat the tarp or get stuck in the because I'm not going back out there but they flew at my face talons first and tried to tear my eyes out and it's a small space and there's lots of them and you can't get away and I don't like chickens and I never want to go back in there ever ever again they tried to kill me and now the damn things wont even get in there and are trying to freeze to death out in the cold!"
Okay, so it might have been the second or third thing out of my mouth...But I did make great effort to slow down enough for verbal punctuation!
Some might accuse me of being slightly too dramatic about the whole event...But these are not small birds dammit! Plus, "They tried to kill me," sound so much better than "The chickens scared me."
In their usual supportive manner, my husband and children seemed to think that the whole event was great fun and were terribly sorry to have missed it. So they could have helped of course.
I have little doubt that they would have been on the side of the fowl little bitches.
Traitors the lot of them!