When I say I can't stand it, I actually mean myself. I can't stand myself today. I think I should have stayed in bed so the outside world wouldn't have to deal with me.
To say that I woke up on the wrong side of the bed would be an understatement. I woke up at 11 (remember me saying how I can't sleep past 9?--I stand corrected), and when Mike asked me how I liked the new tv, all I could say was that I thought the picture looked grainy. I should have thanked him for getting the old one out of living room and setting the new one up. Instead, I chose to be a brat.
After running to the grocery store, I come home where Mike helps me get the groceries out of the car, and then goes back into the basement. Um, hello?? I need some help with the groceries! I say this to him and he makes a remark about me being able to handle the 3 bags. I then retort that he can't just sit on his butt and play video games all day even if it is his only day off.
See, what I mean? I'm a grouch today and shouldn't be talking to anyone, especially MIke. I hate feeling like this. I think I need to go back to bed.