And Put My Mittens on a String

I couldn't find my socks before leaving for work. Monday is a thirteen hour day and Tuesday is an eleven hour day so my ability to deal with frustration is pretty low. Today I stood in the middle of the living room and announced that if it was going to be that way, I was going out without wearing socks with my shoes. Goddamit.

Luckily the Spousal Unit and our houseguest talked me down and convinced me that looking like a stinky-footed dork was not a way of proving anything except my failure to master the underwear drawer.

Just confiscate my adulthood credentials. Really. It's not like I'm using them anyway.