Why I Was Late

I am EXHAUSTED!  I just needed to lie down for a few minutes after I got dressed this morning, because I didn’t sleep very well last night.  Q has sinus/throat infection, and he’s been snoring more than usual.  Normally, unless I’m awake, the snoring doesn’t bother me, but since I wake up 6 times a night to go to the bathroom, it’s hard for me to get back to sleep if he’s snoring.  He’s pretty good about changing positions when I tap him, but since he’s sick, even that’s not working.  Anyway, I was an hour late.

In other news, here’s my “Why I’m Mad at Mills” post for today:  since Jazz Fest, I’ve told Mills a few times about how delicious shoe soles are (you may remember this discussion from this post).  Anyway, I told him that I’d get him one next time I got some.  There are a couple places in Baton Rouge that have good shoe soles, but I was in New Orleans on Monday, so I picked a few up.  I brought one in for Mills this morning.  He tasted it, and said that it was just a flattened cinnamon bun (which it isn’t.  Even Frank disagreed with that assertion).  Anyway, I could care less if he didn’t like it, because I don’t think that everyone has to love everything I love as much as I do, but he showed no respect for my favorite food in the world.  He just dismissed it as a flattened cinnamon roll, and tried to start an argument with me by saying that down on the Bayou we’ll let them pass anything off as food.  I was mad because I would rather have kept the delicious shoe sole for myself, than give it to such an ingrate.  :)