I’m exhausted, so I better get this out before I fall asleep.

Today was one of those kinds of days that came without warning.

Just before it was time for me to wake up, I was told to look outside.  Sure enough, we got another 3-4 inches of snow.  From there, I could automatically see the scenario running through my mind.  Get house shoveled.  Get grandparents shoveled.  And this needed to be done immediately.

 

Muse:  Shoveling?  I wouldn’t be caught dead out there!  My servants shoveled me out while I enjoyed a nice hot shower.  Breakfast was then served to me in my room.  A black truffle omelet with Filet Mignon and a Danish pastry stuffed with black currants, imported from Denmark, of course.  In fact, it was delivered to me by jet this morning.

I don’t care about your extravagant breakfast.  Now I was talking about….

Muse:  Of course you don’t!  You’re just a lousy peasant! You’ll never be able to eat the kind of food I can eat.  The best you can do is dream about it!

Enough with your rude attitude.  I was talking about shoveling snow.  Don’t you know any manners, or did you never attend a finishing school?

Muse:  I just so happen to have attended one, thank you very much.  And It was a pristine one that costs more than what you will ever make in a year!

I don’t care about wealth and status.  I don’t know what happened in your transformation, but this turned out all wrong.

Muse:  Did it?  I’m in the lap of luxury and I enjoy every minute of it.  I also enjoy gloating to those less fortunate than me.

Now, moving right along. I had to shovel snow.  My mom and sister got the house while I shoveled at my grandparents.  I shoveled their driveway and sidewalk and they paid me.  I then bought some snowblower belts and came home.  Following that, I shoveled the back driveway….

Muse:  Poor thing.  You had to shovel snow?  After my delicious breakfast, I read an amazing book.  It was another romance, of course….

Yes, I had to shovel snow.  And I had no problem with it either.  I do have a problem with you, however.  What happened?  Why this form?

Muse:  I love this form.  I also love spitting on poor people like you.  Have you ever taken an herbal bath?  Have you ever eaten a pound of caviar?  I did so once, just to say that I did.  Do you drive a Rolls Royce?  I have one for each day of the week.

But why?  Why is it necessary?

Muse:  It’s who I am and who I became.  I love this form and I never want to go back.  Back to being a poor person?  Why?  Rich people like me are the only ones that have lives worth living.

Okay.  You just offended about 95% of the world.

Muse:  And I’ll do it again and again, because I can.

Get lost!  If you’re going to be like this, I don’t want you around here anymore!

Muse:  Rawr!  The peasant doesn’t like to be told off by a woman of class like me.  Fine.  Enjoy your pitiful existence, peasant.

 

What is wrong with her?  I understand that she becomes a different form every 100 days, but I didn’t expect her to turn out like this.  Is there anyway to change this?  Because I’m not going to have Miss High and Mighty criticize everything I say and do.  She’s a spoiled rotten brat, and a total jerk!  Her arrogance is unbearable and I’m not going to stand for it any longer.

Wrapping up the day, I went to work, made a delicious pizza for dinner and came home.  I….miss my Muse already…. *sniff*

Today’s high was 24 degrees and the silver lining was being done with the snow and having a delicious Buffalo Chicken pizza.

To those of you who have had enough snow, I hope that you all have a fantastic day.

 

Muse:  If that peasant could acquire any kind of wealth, I would appreciate him more.   And I’m not talking pennies, but millions….