Women's Day how are ya

First of all, let me wish all the women in my life a very happy International Women's Day, particularly those of you who don't get to have a Mother's Day or a Valentine's Day (which is hugely over-rated anyways, IWD is much better I think).

I told Himself the other day that Saturday would be IWD and due to the fact that I have banned Valentine's Day flowers, I would like some flowers on Saturday (which he will have forgotten by now, having the memory of a guppie fish these days), and he said 'International Women's Day, eh? When's International Men's Day?'

I replied that the other 365 days of this year are IMD and he was not to be such a smartass on Saturday if he knew what was best for him.

He didn't think that was fair.

He should try having a womb.

Anyways, he's not even here to bring me breakfast in bed this morning because he was up at six am and gone off to do a First Aid course before I could come to enough to say 'FLOWERS!!!'

Then he has to go and fix a boiler or something. Because he has to drive it to Pictou County next week to boil stuff at a powerplant or something equally hellish-sounding.

But he's still going to be back in time to take me out tonight.

Yeah.

I won't be passing out from holding my breath today for sure.

He will try his damnedest to take me out tonight though, because he was at the receiving end of my annual 'when is the effing winter going to end' fit this week. So obviously, I need to be brought out to a place where there are other people and waiters and musicians and all the trappings of civilised existence before I gnaw my restraints off and go for him again.

It's been a bad winter.

WhaddoImean, been.

It's still winter for twelve more days.

I met a friend on the street the other day. He said 'how are you doing?' I did the Nova Scotia winter blues shuffle, 'hmmm, you know', pained smile, looking at the ground.

Me too, he said. He said he asked a mutual friend (who is the most Irish Canadian Irish person I have ever met) the other day, if he was in that mood.

Our mutual friend said: 'where I want to kill someone, just to watch them die? Yep.'

That sort of sums it up for me.

My friend said 'everyone's in such a bad mood, we should just put everyone in a room, get them all roaring drunk and just have a big fight, get it all out of our system'.

I suddenly realised that's why we have Paddy's Day in March. Unfortunately, I have to go to work on SPD this year.

You gotta take your opportunities where you can find them.

Last night I came home to find I had locked myself out and as Himself was up to his eyes in boilering stuff for the foreseeable, I squeezed out through my neighbours exit hatch, climbed down the fire escape and ripped our fire door off its hinges with my bare hands to get in.

Boy did that feel good.

After the feeling came back into my fingers.