Some days you just plain make a fool out of yourself

And I hate that!

The end of the year makes me a witch and a lunatic all rolled into one and the penchant always hits at the times where I wish it wouldn't. Take this morning. I am trying to clean out OLD books--some from Butler High School (and just how long has it been since one of those has been around?) and kids are coming in, taking books that I've shredded and tossed in the garbage pile WHILE I'M TRYING TO WORK IN THAT SPACE! They've made saving books their own little project. Like there aren't enough animals to save? They had a round with a homeless bat that had set up shop in a cooling vent yesterday. Why couldn't they try to save that? NO. They have to try to save books that needed to be discarded and replaced some 30 years ago. I kind of got irritable. When I get irritable I rant--so I ranted.

Then I hated myself.