The Mad Woman of Kansas

I wanted to paint like the mad woman of Kansas today. I wanted to throw paints around on canvas in a swishy, squishy, messy, impolite way. I ran out to my studio and finished up a present for a friend. Then I wrote some poetry, and I read a book and I watched two TV shows Which were a total waste of almost two hours of my time. Then I ran outside to the art studio again, But before I reached it, I saw a baby deer, So I landed instead in my office, and I wrote a poem about him. Then I was hungry, so I came into the house again and ate a sandwich. But before I consumed it, I started looking for something salty. Namely potato chips, which were hidden. This reminded me of how irritating it is that my Husband has transformed from a loveable slob into an insanely weird cleanliness freak, I guessed that he had hidden the potato chips. He was wearing his headphones and could not hear me yelling, so I threw stuff all over the kitchen floor to show how truly and completely mad I was at that moment. I am the mad woman of Kansas today, who is now throwing socks out of a drawer because My feet are cold, and I am really getting grumpy. I am the mad woman Who is never painting a thing today apparently. I know this as I settle down for a little nap.