Recipe for a black-ass* mood.
Home invasion in the morning means I can't enjoy a saturday paper on the sunny porch. Errands then start too soon and I feel like I've been chased from my home. The children, sensing weakness, decide to not co-operate in any way. It continues with no lunch, shopping at the local super store with everyone else in town and no supper. To top it all off, a visit with the in-laws.
I know, I know. Get over yourself. Bet you had a freakin' good day though so you know where you can shove your advice.
*No slur or derogatory racist comment is intended by this phrase. Aplogies to anyone offended. Get over yourself.
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