"Complainers get to do the dishes."

At least that's what Grandma used to say. So I'm going to get it out of my system and then go load the dishwasher as punishment. Here goes...

#1. It's cold outside. My lilacs are starting to bloom and I want to cut some to bring indoors but it's 50 degrees out and I don't want to freeze. I already froze once today when I went to the grocery store because I refuse to wear a winter coat, hat, and mittens in May. Stupid weather.

#2. My toe hurts. It's not feeling any better and the fact that I'm running around the house putting teenage laundry (and stuff) away doesn't help. Going to the store didn't help either but someone kept whining that the cupboards were bare.

#3. I'm hungry for tomatoes and the ones in the store looked really good, but I refuse to buy them when I have hundreds of them growing right in my own kitchen. Unfortunately the ones in the AeroGarden are still very green and I don't need a tummy ache on top of a sore toe. So no tomatoes. :-(


#4. I swear I must have done 50 loads of laundry yesterday but my laundry room still looks like this:


And it's kinda stinky.

#5. Every time I get up to put another load of laundry in the dryer somebody steals my spot.

"You're not gonna make me move, are you?
Please tell me you're not gonna make me move."

Alright, alright, I'll do the dishes.
(That's what I get for complaining.)