Where's the love

MOODY!

With a capital M. That's what I am this week. If you bug me, I'll sic my dog on you.

Actually, I won't. Because I don't have a dog.

I really can't put my finger on it, but it's a weird mixture of anxious, worry, sluggish, tired, and ready to bite your head off all at the same time. I'm pretty good at holding back at work (I hope), but when I get home I'm all crabby and teary. Poor Geoff. He has been so amazing too. He cleans the house all the time, in fact he does it almost 100% by himself. He does my homework. He cuddles with me when I want. He makes me cute slideshows! Why is he never crabby and always so good to me???! waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! *sniff sniff*

Perhaps it's just time for a funk. You know, the six-month thing. Though I hope it doesn't last too much longer. In the meantime, there's chocolate and grilled-cheese sandwiches. (You didn't read that, DeAnna!)