evil, wicked, mean, and nasty

That's what I tell my kids I am every time they complain about me saying, "No."

But right now, I really am. I have a cold which I thought was the tail end of a different cold, but it looks like the dang thing had a chance to mutate or we picked up another one. I guess we are making up for the fact that last year was a pretty healthy one.

Evidence of meanness: I felt like walking out on my poor, dear husband simply because he gave me a look. You know the looks. This was one of the "You are blowing things out of proportion. Get a handle on yourself" looks. I hate that look - especially when I can very clearly and logically reason out why I am acting a certain way. Then again, cold logic is not always so reasonable.

Since I have the typical muddle-headedness that comes with clogged sinuses and reduced oxygen intake, I am going to stop writing. Lord knows what might make its way to the page in my current state.