I had a mini-psychotic moment last night. First let me say my hormones (full blown PMS)are raging. Also, I was already in bad mood from something I will not go into detail about. Then after being gone all day shopping with Meg Monster I came home at 10:00 pm to find H3 asleep on couch, the kitchen sink full of dishes, and his breakfast pans still on the stove. I yelled at H3 to just go the hell to bed and I started to clean up. The more I cleaned, the more upset I got.

So I made the bad decision to go in, flip on the light, and start yelling at a half-asleep man. Of course he yelled back and that's when I announced that I was leaving and might never return.

In my manic breakdown I considered every possible way to make him feel bad for making my life hell, but I was sane enough to realize that my leaving probably did not even cause him to pause. I thought about getting a hotel room for the night but I knew I would never be able to sleep. Then I considered a movie but I was too mad to enjoy it.

The next thought I had was to drive to the beach but it seemed like a lonely (and cold) place to be in the middle of the night. I even considered going to the office to work but there is no way I would be able to concentrate.

I drove around town for about 15 minutes and then ended up at Wal-Mart. Anyone in line behind me must have wondered about my selections.

Here is what my insanity inspired purchase contained:

One four pack of Jack Daniel's Country Cocktails citrus flavor (Yuk never buy again)
Two chocolate cream-filled doughnuts
Bag of Gardettos snack mix
16 oz coke
1 issue of Real Simple
1 issue of Vougue
1 issue of Self
1 issue of Budget Decorating
Local paper (for the rental section to find a new place to live so I could move out)

So for the next two hours I sat in the Wal-Mart parking lot eating doughnuts, Gardettos, and reading self help magazines. How pitiful is that -- I can't even have a proper breakdown?

The other night I went into the video store to rent a copy of "Little Miss Sunshine." Of course once I got to the register the woman behind the counter announced that I owed all these fees from back in Sept. I can't figure out how we can live so close and still can't get the movies back in time.

Anyway she must have felt that I needed cheering up because she asked me if I had a good Christmas. This took me by surprise because I don't think I come across as someone who likes to chit-chat. I gave her the quick yes and then looked off. She then asked me if I got everything I wanted. Once again I just said yes. Then she announced that she didn't.

Now in my mind I am thinking "don't ask, you'll be sorry" but my curiosity got the best of me. So I said, "What did you want?"

What follows is the bizarre story of Mary Theresa Rodriguez the Blockbuster cashier.

MTR: I wanted him to divorce his wife. My papers came in last week.

Me: Oh...

MTR: I also wanted him to get me a house and the car I want.

Me: Wow, that is a lot to want

MTR: No it's not I am worth it.

Me: Yeah

MTR: I go to work everyday, then I come home and his wife has done nothing but sit around and do nothing. I keep telling him that she needs to help out. But no she does nothing and I have take care of her share of the work. I mean we all have our stuff we is supposed to do. I do stuff and the kids do stuff. You know how it is at your house you divide stuff and everyone has their stuff to do right?

Me: Uh..yeah...

MTR: Yeah and I am sick of her sitting on her butt and playing on the computer, I mean like, I like video games too but I do my work first then I play. Ever since she got that laptop all she wants to do is be on it and she don't do none of her stuff. I got two laptops and a computer too but I always do my work first. Right??

Me: (still in shock at the entire conversation and stumbling for something to say) Well maybe you should ask him to move her out of your house.

MTR: No it's not my house, we done all live together. She just need to get off her butt and do her work like all of us do, I am tired of him not making her help out. Oh you get a free rental next time. Here sign on this line and don't forget to bring in this paper before January 30 for your free movie.

Me: Uh thanks...bye

Turning 40 was not the big deal. After a brief moment of feeling old, it did not faze me to say "I'm 40" because as we all know 40 is the new 30. Forty is cool.

However; today I turned 41 and 41 is not cool. Now I am not just 40, I am over 40. It seems silly that it's bothering me so much, but it is. Now when I fill out questionaires I am in the "over 40" bracket. And my next milestone birthday will be 50....YIKES.

It's all downhill from here.

So what does it mean if you both forget your wedding anniversary?