Friday Confessions.
I’ve been grumpy this week, but I haven’t really acted on it. No real mystery there: Grandmother dies, life goes on, people piss me off, no energy to deal.
We ate Kraft Dinner for dinner last night. Even if it was E’s special additive-rich recipe (sour cream, grated cheddar), it still wasn’t the balanced meal it could have been.
I am a giant linguistic snob. Meh. Someone has to be. Right? Right. Will. Not. Correct. Aunt. About Obituary. Because then I would be a mean snob. And that’s not OK.
You got a beef?