I’m annoyed. Like, annoyed in italics. It’s partially due to stressors beyond my control like the Mr. going to the emergency room (three different trips for three different members of our family in as many months) and the upstairs A/C crapping out.
And then I found prints on my deck and thought there might be a Rigby hanging round.
Turns out they were just opossum tracks.
Miscellaneous dumb shit that annoys me:
Lastly, Josh is tap dancing on my last nerve. It’s his birthday week and we’ve been trying to do fun projects this week. He got this little number:
I don’t think he has the attention span to use it. We have tried and I asked him flat out: “do you want to work on this or watch TV” and he refused to answer. Not answering on purpose is the kind of thing that makes me just lose my shit. Maybe we will try later.
But not today.