An Hour Later...

Still irritated! Maybe it's because Aunt Flo is wearing out her welcome here, I don't know. (the ladies know what I'm talking about!)

Now I have T following me around, when all I want is a little peace and quiet...

I feel like a evil mother today. I have this candle warmer I got for Christmas, so I set a candle on it, natch.

Everytime it starts to smell good (when the wax is melted, clearly) T puts the fuckin' thing in the freezer!! Apparently her Nana told her to do that. After about the 47th time of me noticing it missing and taking it out of the blasted freezer and putting it back on the warmer, (which would clearly indicate that that is where I want the ever-lovin' thing!!) I pen a note:

"Please stop taking the (fucking) candle off the (fucking) warmer and putting it in the (fucking) freezer, I'm keeping it on the (fucking) warmer for a (fucking) reason. Thanks."

Of course I didn't say fucking, I just felt like it, so everything in parenthesis was not on the note.

I would have told her in voice instead of written form, but my patience is wearing so incredibley thin that I was afraid I would sound like a raging bitch, so when I want to scream and yell, I write it down instead.

Needless to say, the note is gone, and the candle is right where I fucking left it...

I still feel like a bitch....oh well.