Mayfire.

It's May.  May.  Yes, May.  And we have a fire in the fireplace.  Does anyone else see how wrong that is?  :) 

Here's an example of what not to do with me/to me:  I get up outta bed, after having been there most of the day, and I take out some hamburger, and it's on the counter and you say "what are you gonna do with that?"  and I say "make a meatloaf" and then you crinkle up your face and say, "well that's not very much hamburger"......like I don't know what the fuck I'm doing or how to cook or how much hamburger will or will not make meatloaf.  I have been cooking for most of my life...don't question my ability in the kitchen.  Now, if I were one of those people who couldn't boil water...and I had never before cooked a meatloaf, then you could tell me all about it.  But, I make meatloaf all the damn time...I know what I'm doing.  K?

These are the little things that are getting on my fucking nerves lately.