I’m feelin’ testy.
Tired and pissy.
Maybe it’s been the heat and humidity and work wearin’ me down, maybe it’s been Miss Carol and me bickerin’ over the little shit that marriage always seems to dredge up and serve you at dinner time whether you want it or not like your mom’s spaghetti that she keeps serving you over and over again even though you’ve told her you hate it and she just laughs thinkin’ your kiddin’ but you’re not but you eat it ’cause that’s life and that’s what keeps the ball rollin’ and everybody happy and on an even keel and honestly isn’t that what it’s all about?
And I know I’ll get over it and through it, that life will once again be rainbows and unicorns instead of toads and turds.
‘Cause really? I don’t have too much to bitch about and maybe that’s why I get shitty sometimes.
Maybe I forget I’m too lucky.