Morning irritation

 

My Mikey, I love you

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I am not feeling so great, as you can tell by the title of this entry.  I’m angry for two reasons.

I know he doesn’t think first thing in the morning, but really, I guess I don’t either.  I got yelled at again.  One word.  Presumably, Mikey told me we were out of coffee, but, as fucking usual, I couldn’t hear him, so I asked him what, and he yelled the word COFFEE.

I think I’m getting over that, especially because my juvenile ass got even already.  I was getting together our coffee cups to make some instant tea, and I asked Mikey in a quiet way where the big purple cup was.  When he asked what I said, I yelled CUUUUUP.  I’m an asshole sometimes.

K, also Mama has called.  That in itself would be fine, but she woke me up with one call and then proceeded to call three more times in the next five minutes.  The sound of the phone and the pressure my mother puts on a sleepy brain who can’t make decisions without consulting the spouse…..well, I am not happy with it.

Documented now.

We’re going to Austin with Mama today.  Wayne wouldn’t.

Blah fucking blah.

All readers, have a good day, because I think I’m in for Hell on wheels.

PdC