So I got out of bed this morning with great intentions of having a great day instead of the kinda of day where I am living with mr. Grumpy. Mr. Grumpy will be with me for quite a while if they do not get this thing were he works settled and get back to work like we are hoping that do. But that being said, there is no reason for him to go over everything I do and inspect it with a fine tooth comb simply because he has nothing better to do.
How am I supposed to know where he puts everything? And since when do I have to have dinner on the table at the same time every day? Why is he telling me how to fix eggs? He hasn't fried an egg in over 30 years. And did I actually see him run his finger along the edge of the countertop to see if it was clean? Why did I forget to take the cell phone with us to the bank? Id did not know he did not put it back in my purse when he took it out yesterday
If this is any clue what retirement is going to be like with him, I think I am going to march out there and look for a job. I am sure someone will hire an old broken down fart like me if I beg.
Especially when I tell them what life with Mr. Grumpy is like. I love him but God help us both if he does not stay out of my kitchen and my sewing room where I hide from him, at times I am going to move in with his mother and I sure don't want to do that. Wait...maybe I can get him to move back with mom. I'm sure she will take him back if I beg her.