Grouchy

I am interminably grouchy. I am blaming it on hormones and the weather because I am obviously made of glitter, sugar, and awesome. I am going to try to remedy said grouchiness with an after work trip to Target, where I will acquire many things I need in my life but never knew that I actually did need. Things like placemats, did you know how amazing placemats are? Because they are. And they're functional. How can anyone argue with function and amazingness? Is amazingness even a word? My in browser spell-check says no, but I'm ignoring.