I love him to death, I really do.
But he just doesn't not use his fucking brain sometimes.
Do not tangle a cat toy in my face. Our cat has claws. Then when he swipes me because you think its funny and I yell at you, do not tell me that I'm in a bad mood.
Then when I ask you to hand me my drink, which is a 44 oz fountain pop, do not pick it up by the lid. Now my entire drink is soaking into the carpet. But I'm just in a bad mood. And my being upset is unjustified. And there must be something going on because I've just been a bitch all day long.
Fuck
My
Life