Crab Pants............Take them off!

For some unknown reason, I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. Now I don't think that happens very often - in fact, rarely! (Paul may have other ideas about this) He asked me to meet him for a morning beverage (aka diet coke!) and I went but was a crab the whole time. Not the kind of crabby that I acted mad at him, just the kind of crabby that everyone and everything was on my nerves! I can't for the life of me even think of what it was. Paul asked if something was the matter. I told him I just had on crabby pants for some reason. He asked if he could help. I told that asking me made me feel crabbier so please don't ask. He tiptoed out of Mac's with the question to me "I think I have a break between work and high council meeting?" Pretty bad when your husband is basically asking if it's okay to come home! Well, it just got worse as the day went on. I was crabby about CStar. An attendance program for my institute class. Don't ask as I may get crabby again. I couldn't keep anything in my hands. Things just kept dropping out of them. Crabby. Went to Michaels and tried to pull a cart out and three kept dribbling out after the one I had. So I went to a different line of them. Same problem. Some guy that worked there started laughing and made some jovial remark - he did not see that I had on crabby pants. I may have looked at him and said something along the lines of ......... well, let's just say that it was rude. Crabby. I also had returned to me in the mail an opened envelope that used to have a gift card in it for my dad. Someone had stolen it! Crabby! I had scheduled to go with my friend April on our daily hike/walk. I thought about calling her and telling her to forget it. I thought about calling her and telling her we were just going to sit and sip on a hot chocolate instead of walking (to which she would have said yes as I would have said it with an edge in my voice!) Alas, she showed up - I told her I was crabby. She asked why. I told her I didn't know. She then told me that perhaps she had left her 'ear muffs' in my house to which I told her that if she put them on I would be crabbier.....she left them in the house. Well, we went on quite the walk. We both sweat like pigs. (It's one of the things that I love most about April - she's an equal opportunity sweater like me! There aren't many of us out there.) We marched down the mountain and right back up it. We sucked air for a bit (especially me as I'm 20 years her senior. Ouch. Crabby.) But by the time we finished I felt great. My crabby pants had been left somewhere on the hike - not to worry......I wore workout pants just in case. I felt a kick in my step. It was fantastic. I had great conversation. I felt like I listened and shared some thoughts. A great combination. So thank you April for walking/hiking with me everyday. Thank you for not making me feel so old. Thanks for helping me with the dreaded crabby pants that I wore for so much of the day. What a waste of my energy. I look forward to our walk tomorrow at 8:30! (And by the way, I made my dear husband a delicious quiche filled with swiss cheese, whipping cream, brocolli, french fried onions, cayenne pepper and threw together some oatmeal/peanut butter cookies that he loves to send out the door with him. I hope he can forgive my crabby pants. I'm pretty sure he will.........last time I checked, he's near the perfect husband category!)