I hate being crabby and frustrated. I really hate being crabby and frustrated on a beautiful day. I hate being sick. I really hate being sick on a beautiful day.
But I really, really hate being crabby, frustrated and sick on a beautiful day.
Meh. It'll pass. Plus, instead of being at work on Thursday and Friday, I'll be home on the couch enjoying booze and basketball all day. Ach, it'll be glorious!
For those of you playing along at home, Egghead Jr. was sporting his capri-pant shorts and just a t-shirt this morning. It was around 40 when we got off the bus. Bless his little heart.