And tantrum in three...two....

Meet yesterday evening. I felt downright icky all day long, then had to dash off to the dentist to pick up whitening stuff, then come home to grab Didgeridoo Boy and go to the grocery store. He likes to go to the grocery store, too, and who am I to deprive him of a simple pleasure? Well, he wasn't ready, and he was knee deep in a political discussion on the phone. Recognizing that this meant I would have to wait a while, I decided to make a video of my own impatience. The intent was to see if I could catch a classic GoKittenGo rolleye moment, something I could pop in here as a bit of photo reaction fun. Instead, I wound up with a kind of photo essay of stills:

He was pacing, which never offers any hope of reduced wait time. And it's possible to see the knowledge of this registering. Every time, I hope it will be different. And every time, I hit this wall of, "Oh, hell. He's pacing."

I really should work on how obvious my facial expressions are. Just like I should never decide to embark upon such a project under harsh lighting ever again.

This would be the point at which I begin to mentally mock what he is saying. Naturally, it immediately registered on my face.

One of the worst pictures of me, ever. But I'm putting it here to show you just how hard I cannot rock neutral.

I do try, though.

The more emphatic he becomes, the more he paces. The more he paces, the greater my struggle.

And so I threw a little tantrum, turned off the video, and pouted. He was ready about thirty minutes later.

And for you enjoyment, and to make up for the fact that this entry pretty much blows, here's the video in its entirety. Two and a half minutes of thoroughly cheesed-off me, culminating in a hissy fit. You might want to be careful with the volume - we both use naughty words in this, including "the big one".

Enjoy your weekend!