Should I be grateful that Hubba-hubba did the laundry?
Or should I be a little pissed off because he managed to ruin both of our large, expensive towels that we received as a wedding gift and that we cannot possibly afford to replace?
Should I be amused that Mr. Personality was laughing so hard that he actually fell down on his bed?
Or should I be annoyed that it was becuase he full-on sneezed right in my face?
Should I commiserate with my sister's bemoaning of her lack of wardrobe and her need to go out and buy all new clothes?
Or should I tell her to stuff her sorry's in a sack since she makes a lot of money and I don't and I don't want to hear about her so called "problem?"
Should I breathe a sigh of relief that Hubba-hubba took over the other night and gave Mr. Personality a bath?
Or should I point out to him the next morning that he allowed Mr. Personality to utterly decimate a bath crayon in there, thus completely erasing my efforts of that morning to clean the tub?
Yes my friends, pettiness is the name of my game. I well and freely admit to being an absolute pain in the ass lately.
I blame my prescription drugs. It's so much easier that way.