What can I be pissed off about today?
Not a thing.
So there isn't much to write about, then, is there? I haven't been harassed today. I didn't end up going to Costco. Mike didn't complain that I'd made a hockey puck roast for dinner. Okay, I could complain about my own crappy memory and how I left the house with the oven still on and when I got back, the roast was still edible, but barely. I could complain about a woman who made a snide comment about how Mike and I are raising our son. I could complain that I'm not adjusted to the school schedule yet and I ran out of time this afternoon. I could, but I don't feel like it.
So there.
Thank you for listening, jules
Not a thing.
So there isn't much to write about, then, is there? I haven't been harassed today. I didn't end up going to Costco. Mike didn't complain that I'd made a hockey puck roast for dinner. Okay, I could complain about my own crappy memory and how I left the house with the oven still on and when I got back, the roast was still edible, but barely. I could complain about a woman who made a snide comment about how Mike and I are raising our son. I could complain that I'm not adjusted to the school schedule yet and I ran out of time this afternoon. I could, but I don't feel like it.
So there.
Thank you for listening, jules
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