I'm turning into a whiny little twit with nothing exciting to say.
I feel for you, dear readers.
Last night, after going out for dinner with friends, I went home and unloaded on Andrew. Poor guy. I had kept all my annoying "things" inside during dinner (didn't want to ruin the pizza we were chowing down on), so I had to let loose on someone who wouldn't look at me like I was the WORST dinner companion EVER afterwards.
First, it was about how cranky I am lately. Then I went on to discuss how things people say really rub me the wrong way.
In conclusion: I was a delight.
On top of my crankiness, I've been exhausted and feeling sickly this week. Fun!
So, as you can see, my lack of blogs are actually saving you from the torture I've been putting Andrew through. Consider yourself lucky, readers!
And... have a sunshine-filled day.