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.
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Vaso Avatar
October 16, 2018 at 1:11 AM
You made me smile, do you paint? be lovely to see some!
Krutsinger Avatar
October 16, 2018 at 1:17 AM
I have 400 paintings which I have done in 4 years, so yes, I am a painter. I have energy that needs to go into positive things, otherwise, where would I be? Probably incarcerated.
Mcferran Avatar
October 15, 2018 at 5:46 PM
Unfortunately, I can relate to this as well, only I'm sometimes the mad woman of Illinois! ;P Being "hangry" is not a fun thing...
Krutsinger Avatar
October 16, 2018 at 1:17 AM
No it is not, but I am so there some days! When I am ready to eat, even the refrigerator cringes a little.
Kiser Avatar
October 15, 2018 at 12:07 PM
All of that Madness has exhausted you. Sleep and dream that your feet are warm and visualize yourself wallowing in potato chips...when you awake, you may feel like painting again. That was fun reading.
Krutsinger Avatar
October 15, 2018 at 2:58 PM
Thank you M.L. It was written in a very "I am so hungry and mean mood".
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