Perhaps it's the moon, my hormones, my kids waking me up too many times in the night, but at this moment, I"m just not in the best of moods.
Tonight when the men of my house came home from an errand, they decided to stand between me and the TV and start to talking.
When I asked for them to take a seat or leave the room, they continued to stand there and talk crap about my show.
Why do the men in my life feel so compelled to complain about a show I enjoy watching? A show I was enjoying until they came along. I was having a nice night, I was relaxed and content. But now I am left with an emptiness and I am disappointed at their thoughtlessness.
Perhaps I'm too sensitive, or maybe it's just the moon.
1 comment:
Don't they know that completely ruins our enjoyment of our shows? Someone I live with likes to make fun of my shows too...it's not the moon...it's them. We don't make fun of their shows.
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