Yeah, I've been SUPER cranky today. It's funny because my girl over at Diet Naked just posted a blog exactly like this. I think crankiness is going around right now.
I went to the gym, and had a great workout, pushed myself and expect to be nice and sore tomorrow... I cooked a yummy dinner... everything should be good.
I don't know why I'm so grumpy. I was sitting here editing a photo book and poor Dan was sitting on the couch next to me, innocently eating some potato chips and all I could hear was this "CRUNCH" "CRUNCH" "CRUNCH" and it was driving me insane. I didn't yell at him or anything, but I started to laugh at myself because I'm so crazy. Seriously. The crunching made me NUTS.
And then after dinner, Dan was sitting on the couch with me and he looked over and said, "You know what I would love? If you would go get my donut for me." (He had a donut in the kitchen.) -- I looked at him with a really dirty look. He said, "What? It would be really nice..." and I said, "Do you know what that's like? That's like asking a crack addict if they'd go get your crack for you." He laughed and said, "No it's not like that!" I said, "Yes it is, it's like if I was in AA and you said," -- and he interrupted me and said, "Will you go get me a drink?" I said, "Yes, it's like that." And then he just gave me cute puppy dog eyes and said, "Please???" -- I said, "Fine." and got up, grabbed the donut (in a bag) and threw it at him on the couch. Apparently I hit the cat on his lap in the head, and the cat jumped up and ran away, scratching Dan's leg in the process.
Is there a cure to unexplainable crabbiness?