my last 1/2 hour

my lst 1/2 hour of sleep has been stolen by the obese neighbor upstairs. at first i thought it was a dream. i mean who could be stomping around, back and forth at 8:30 in the am? but it wasn't a dream, and now i am unable to go back to sleep. for a quick 40 seconds i am filled with rage and remember those movies where the neighbor down stairs takes a broom stick and bangs on the ceiling... only, i am so enraged that i would not dare try and do that. i may be little, but i think under the right circumstances i do not know my own strength. 

so as i was lying in bed, letting my rage subside, i started to think about the cake i bought and how i want it right now. and the peppermint ornaments i want to make today before my couples night, which by the way has suddenly turned into a surprise early birthday party. the wife of the guy came up to me in church on thursday and said. if you wanna bring like a ten dollar gift card that would be great.... ummm what?! it kind of made me mad. i mean what if i can't afford a gift card (i can) and want to make something for you. what will you say?

anyway, i'll go and bake my irritation away. happy saturday everyone!