Dear Diary-
Why do men (or at least my man- although I'm pretty sure it's a majority of men )feel the need to get mad at objects that are not living? I mean I suppose that the scanner not working could cause some frustration yet I do not curse the printer/scanner combo out because I can't figure it out. Well maybe I have had my moments but I don't think I'm that bad. Road rage is one thing- utter frustration over the scanner just seems a bit ridiculous... but makes me crack up quietly to myself so that Gabe doesn't hear me and get even pissed off... hahahahahahh
But it is all over sending back the contract on the house we are buying. My first house that has my name attached... I am cautiously ecstatic... and at the same time praying my butt off that our house sells... it has it's cool sign out front! Anyone want a house?
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