I call myself The Wicked Witch of The West for a reason. I do have the temper of an old witch a lot of the time.

Now I don't want you to think I am a loud mouth that goes on and on. I usually don't talk to strangers or butt into buisness that is not mine.

I am a woman of constant frustration. I am not sure why, but I know I have been ticked off since I was just a little witchy. Moses was the original annoyance that tap danced on my nerves as a child.

I wear my emotions right on my sleeve for the world to see. I can not be in a state of distress with out passerby’s seeing it written across my face and my movements as I huff and puff as I walk! One of my friends compared it to Jack Nicholson in THE SHINING.

There was a time when the sound of the mans voice would send me in to an anxiety attack every month or so. I finally had to put down some rules of engagement. I can not be pounced on or badgered with the dumbest questions in the world. Like hearing "Where is the remote?" for the umpteenth time in a day, I can only take so much until I growl "If You WANt the REMOTE WHY DON"T YOU FIND IT AHHHHH!" It does not have to get that far.

And yes sometimes I just set myself off. These are the days I just need to be locked in the garage for a while.

With age I have been tamed to a point. Well tamed as far as fits, but I hate to say I use my wide vocabulary in a much clearer context so the wounds may be a little deeper and more precise.
My wickedness is just a little special part of me. It has come in handy and when used for the good can be a secret key to opening door.

I told the man one time that I was sorry for being so edgy at times. He told me it is one of the reasons why he loves me. There is not much funnier than his re-enactments of some of my prize moments, well the kids also have it down pretty well.


But really I am just an all around nice girl.*wink*