Then mommy comes home.
It was bad enough that I was woken up at 8 this morning because she decided to vacuum. And that she let a 6-year old pick out apples meaning that most have bruises and are McIntosh (ew...squishy) instead of Fuji (mmm...crisp). And that she decided to have an obscenely loud phone conversation in the middle of the living room...during Real World. And then calls me to help her clean out a little bedroom so that she could paint it.
Grr...why couldn't she have gone out of town too?
So now I'm in my room. Not watching Real World. I have a TV...but arg. I'm too irritated right now. One, don't mess with my apples. Two, don't mess with my TV shows.