Grumpy Old Woman

Grumpy Woman

There are days when I’m simply grumpy.

And I really don’t want to give up the grumpiness.

It’s nice to be a grumpy old woman.

I’m allowed to hate things as grumpy old woman.

I can hate the noisy kids. I can hate the party next door. I can hate the guy with the motorcycle and the other guy who guns his car in the garage. I can hate the girls who laugh too loud late at night.

I can even hate the wind, the flies on my balcony and the screaming seagulls.

Because I’m a grumpy old woman today.

Tomorrow, I can go back to loving people. But today, I’m grumpy.

I love it.