The dining room table gets wiped down every day and yet there are still crumbs and water rings and hints of everyone who's sat around it. It bugs me.
My refrigerator has forty seven bottles of beer taking up precious space where the milk and sugar free Kool-Aid should be and neither Ben or I drink the stuff. I'm irritated and find it funny all at the same time.
I thought I'd lost the feeling where I want to get in the car and drive away from everything but this week...this week I could have and promise you I almost did.
I ordered pizza for dinner.