Bills

I sat down in the computer room with the intention of updating the blog, and for some reason I thought that if I paid the bills first I'd be able to concentrate better on the blog. Well, the bills are paid, and I can concentrate, but now I'm crabby. Why is it that money can put people in such a bad mood? It is so cliche that people get cranky when they do the bills. Every sitcom ever has an episode about how when Mom or Dad pays the bills, steer clear of them unless you want to be stabbed in the face. In our house it's not that bad. I just get a little quieter and use Sammy's patented "Cranky Eyebrows". Actually, now that I've vented a little, I feel my eyebrows relaxing. I think now I can write about the 4th of July.