Whiny Post is Whiny
I hate those evenings when I go home tired but that's about it, and then the hubs asks about my day and by the time I'm done explaining, even though I didn't want to in the first place, a ball of stress has formed in my stomach and I feel icky. And I just wish I would have said fine and left it at that because it was and I am and now I can't sleep. Also, I'm four chapters into Emma by Jane Austen and I just remembered that Clueless is based on it and I'm annoyed that I know how it ends.













