Seattle's best... or Shopping Madnes

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Now playing: The Pointer Sisters - Fire
via FoxyTunes Today has been a day for emotions to run high - at least around me. A spontaneous offer to visit the nearby "fabulous" shopping mall, proved to be an exercise in patience, or the lack there-of, verses a stilted enjoyment. Although our host drove with a mix of pause and dash to rival that of any rally car racer so that we arrived at our destination in record time, we also (well, I also) immediately felt a desperate need for coffee. I had earlier finished my customary cup of morning tea, and suddenly after an overwhelming sense of joy at being once more in a large city- at what was promising to be a very pleasurable mall - I found I needed coffee.We had already been across the sky walk twice and ridden the elevator(on two different banks) four times, and I could sense the enormity of this undertaking. This situation demanded coffee. No-one else in our group felt the mad necessity I did, so dashing into the preferred Jo-shoppe I purchased a cup. Now I was set. I had already enjoyed the neck craning and window tapping agreements that usually ensue under these circumstances, and was fueled for more. Suddenly I was side swiped by a shushing sound coming from one of my loved ones. "Don't yell", she said. "ME?", "What? I'm not yelling, I'm just talking loud so he can hear... " Well this turned into a longish debate over weather what I thought was acceptable behavior, in fact, was. Then I was charged with embarrassing her as well. -That did it - ruined my cup of coffee joy. Now I had to mind myself so as to not en licit any more criticism of my manner of expression (or of volume) while mall-shopping.
I passed the test, and stopping into a few glimmering offerings to consumerism on the way, we returned to our car. Our driver drove expertly home and left us at our door - but the day was not over. Opening the door led to the discovery that THE dog had chewed up my newest and most favorite notebook - all over my bed. Without hesitation I flew into a rage, flapping my arms and promising her demise. Little did I know she wasn't through with me yet. Meanwhile the landlady whom we call 'Mrs.Scrooge', had more to say about our water hookup failing to make safe the supply against damage by frost - "must be done (read paid for) by today". All this taking place just outside our trailer, while inside my dog had another surprise for me. When we had returned earlier, I had done a quick if thorough cleaning and set out my lunch as a treat afterwards. Comming in from the browbeating by MS, I find my sandwich carefully disassembled and strewn across my bed. Taking a deep breath, I screamed! They all came running...'what?' Look, I point, and the rest is history. Tears and hysteria later, the dog is soon to find a new residence to terrorize, and although I'll miss her a little, I'll sleep better too.