TGIF
Jason was off work today, so I had to deal with his unusual habit of wanting to have a full-blown conversation at 7:15 in the morning, which starts off by him waking me up to ask, “How did you sleep?” That’s WRONG, because that means sleeping is OVER, and only *I* make that call.
Also, I had to deal with him barging into the bathroom as I was stepping out of the shower, which infuriates me because I don’t have dangerously high levels of testosterone swirling madly in my body, so shut the door already because hello, I am naked here, and as I turned around to say, “The door – shut it,” I stepped directly on Abby’s tail, because she was underneath the shower curtain getting ready to lick the water off the shower wall even though she gets fresh water – with ice – twice a day, and she screeched loudly and gouged a hole in my foot during her hasty exit, and isn’t this how everyone’s day starts?
